Finally, as she heard Ali’s footsteps recede, Ayisha immediately unlocked the door and took three steps back into the corridor. The receding footste...s stopped. Ayisha looked the other way, as the door knob turned, and Ali walked in and saw her in all her glory, her inviting outfit signaling her consent. His penis twitched, and his hard-on grew as he inspected Ayisha from head to toe. Ali walked up to Ayisha and placed his index finger between her collar bones and slowly traced a path down to. " I stared at the disgusting red ballgag that my shirtless husband dangled in front of me. "You know that we should always have a safe word." "Shhh, Erica." He placed his index finger gently over my lips and stared at me with his hazel eyes. "You trust me, don't you? When have you ever had to use a safeword with me?" He was right. He had always been safe in the past, but I still shook my head and said, "You know that I trust you, honey, but I don't want to put myself in that. I think that sealed our fate. He announced to me one day that, “All white guys do NOT have small dicks. That is a total stereotype!” I was like, “Okay, thank you for that information!” I was wondered why he felt the need to tell me that. He said that he would definitely prove his statement to me and show me just how false this stereotype was. Who was I to argue with him? I was psyched. Sometime later, his family took his daughter with them out of state for about a month. So he could let. “I don’t think so.”“Does that mean that you are incorruptible?”She laughed. “That’s for me to know.”“And for me to find out?”There was silence for a moment as the two of them just looked at each other. “What are you doing tonight?”The girl shrugged her shoulders. “Nothing planned yet.”“Fancy a drink? Maybe a bite to eat as well?”“We... we’re not supposed to go out with the guests.”Larry smiled. “So that’s a yes then.”She laughed.“I hear there’s a good Italian place around the corner.”“Yes,” she.