I turned on the water in the shower but did not step in. I waited there a couple minutes and then, very carefully, I went back and looked into the roo.... What I saw was enough to make my cock hard. Anita was still naked; standing by the window. Her right hand was touching her labia and the other one was squeezing her hard nipples. Of course her eyes were locked on that huge black cock on the other side of the street. She was so occupied looking at the black cock and touching herself that she did. He got up from the chair andstood about a foot away from me. I looked down to my feet but I couldfeel his eyes burning into me."You're not Polish are you," he said. It was more of a statement than aquestion. What could I say. He had me. I shook my head.His eyes narrowed. "Now why would someone pretend to be Polish?" heasked himself. I could sense he was trying to figure this out in hishead."But all those girls out there think you're Polish don't they."I nodded."And you wouldn't want them. " I was a bit surprised when I met the girl. She was fifteen, nearly sixteen, had a pretty enough face to be considered "cute" but absolutely no figure. And I mean none! Flat as a board, no hips, toothpick legs and no pubic hair; the absence of female shape in a girl of this age was a bit depressing. She had regular periods and spent four days before them suffering, sometime so much that she could not get out of bed. Her physician had prescribed birth control for her, but even that did not seem. She asked me if I had changed my mind. I said no but it had to be meaningless – no love just a fuck. I asked her if she had a guy in mind. She said no and if I agreed it would have to be on her terms. This intrigued me …….. I wondered what she had in mind. She said she had had a fantasy and if she got up the courage she would like to see it through. Not knowing what it was intrigued me and I said she had my permission, as long as it happened in her room and I could watch via skype. She was.