There would be time for what I craved when he was rested. Glancing up from my plate I noticed the difference in how Mark handled his fork and knife fr...m the way I held mine. Europeans use their eating utensils in another manner from the way we Americans do and feel their own way is much more civilized. I was amused but kept it to myself. After I’d rinsed the plates and loaded the dishwasher, we sat in the living room with him telling me all about his job as a pilot, flying helicopters. I was. I was addicted to the turn on way to much to worry about what caused it. After all, it was my little secret and I enjoyed thinking about it ........ That was then....BEFORE I experimented with the ultimate sex drug, Crack Cocain. I quickly found myself willingly taking unprecidented 'risks' in multable attempts to satisfy my overwhelming desire and quite possibly a sub primal need to explore and experience various forms of sexual domination and humiliation. This has resulted in what has. Our cloths were wet now and stick to our body. Her t shirt stick on her body and i could see the bra border and strap clear. Her wet t shirt expose the boobs more. I was hard and squeezing my cock. I starred at her boobs and thinking to press but control myself. We spent lots of time with fun and pleasure. We both were opened up well. our intention was clear. Can we go to room now,nitya ?When going to the room, she hold my hand with her both hands tight. Her boobs were brushing my hand. Niket,. Her wig today was that hideous shade of red that no real person ever had.The manager shuddered a bit. Sympathy for a mannequin? He snorted to clear his mind of such a notion so he could get back to doing his job. Watching the boy, that was his job at the moment.Still the boy stood and stared and now the manager noticed something else. The boy, probably not more than 11 or 12, maybe 13, stood with one foot forward and on his toes; one hand clasped to his chest and the other extended downward.