She did indeed know of my bondage curiosity, and when I think back, I always did feel pleased whenever she complimented me or her touch lingered. I ad...it, I have checked her out in the past, and I know she has done the same with me. There was always ample opportunities in our years of friendship - shopping trips, where it's always just easier to share a change room than have to go back and forth getting each others opinions, trying on clothes bought on separate shopping adventures for opinions. Ekta angul puro dhuke gache or gude. Fach fach kore angli korte thaki. O du pa diye chepe dhore angulta. Dadababu tomar angulei eto sukh, thapiye to amake mere felbe go. Tomar dhonta dhoreo ki sukh. Saradin dhore thap kheyeo amar mitbe na. amar bondhur swamider karo eto boro bara noi go. Or Kotha sune aro uttejito hoye kamre dhori or mai. O chitkar kore uthe maita ki chire nebe naki go. Ami boli chup kor khanki magi, amar kotodiner sokh kachi guder ras khaoa. Kheye nite de, ja mai/pacha. He was leading a group of roughly twenty men, a small crowd. They were cheering and whooping as they looked at the naked body of the young woman strapped to the table. She could feel her throat getting sore, and a small part of her mind reminded her to save her voice, in case she was given a chance to actually use it later. She bit down on the ball gag, struggling to hold back tears as she felt a few stray hands slapping her ass. A finger stroked her small pink slit, and she thrashed in. Lucy didn't do anything to put my mind at rest when I'd mention it."You think I haven't noticed? You white boys are obsessed with things like cock size," she'd say dismissively, "there's more to it than that. Black men are taller, stronger, more virile. The cock is just the icing on the cake. I mean I'd prefer James to you on his chiselled ass alone don' forget!"I put the dressing gown on and returned to find Lucy arched backwards under James, her hands behind her back, his cock pointed.