He pulled my nipples.He massaged my hands,then went for my thighs and legs.Grabbed my cock and started stroking my cock slowly and steadily.I got exci...ed and blew my load.He cleaned it with a towel.He told me to lie on my back.He massaged my back using his legs.Felt good.He started massaging my ass.I told him to finger my ass.He put on a rubber glove and fingered me, oiled it, felt great.After massaging the entire back..The best masseur I ever had.After few weeks,I was itching for a body. London’s a fun city, especially after a year sailing, for taking a stroll. Let’s just say I enjoyed those little walks a lot and leave it at that, and every time I walked by that bistro I cast little sidelong death-rays as I walked by. +++++ I’d come in early from one such stroll, and though there was a huge party in progress inside the restaurant, a storm was in the offing and the winds were picking up. By the time I made it to my slip all the boats were rolling and the party up above was in. Raj said, “Ofcourse. Bas meri practical me help kar dena”.He left. In the evening, raj again came to my room. He said, “Agar tujhe pictures chahiye to tujhe khud hi khichni padegi”. I said, “Wo kaise?”. Raj explained me his plan. He said, “Din ke waqt meri mom akeli hoti hai. Plan ye hai ki mai darvaja khula rakhunga aur bahar chala jaunga. Fir tu andar ghus jana. Jor jabardasti karke pictures le lena aur ghar se nikal jana”.I said, “Agar hum fase gye to?”. Raj said, “Nahi fasenge. Meri mom. Men were forced from government. Women’s political parties began to run the country, and soon the world was under women’s control. However, this power soon was corrupted by the very people who tried to fix the problem. Women who wanted to engage in prostitution had to be licensed and registered. Men could report women for illegal sex and be rewarded for doing so, often by being given convicted law breakers as slaves. Soon, men had found the perfect loophole in the legislation to regain.