“Always,” he replied. “Me too,” I said. “You can feel if you want.” His hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts and I gasped as I fe...t his finger gently probing my slit. “No pussy hair,” Carlo said softly. I made some silly remark like, “I’m pleased you noticed,” or something like that but we were slowly beginning undress. Carlo’s next move was to unbutton his shirt, revealing his wonderful olive skin tone and beautifully defined torso covered with a perfect growth of soft black hair and. I frantically drove back home and called him on my computer and confessed my aching desire for release to him. He responded by ordering me to spank myself with my hairbrush and then finger myself to orgasm. When I was done, he promised that next time I visited, I would not leave frustrated. He made me wait a week before I could return. During that week, he did not play with me. He did not forbid me from masturbating, but he did not explicitly say I could, so I tried my best to keep my mind away. Becky felt that her mum was settled enough to start the spanking and raising her hand brought her open palm down firmly on her mums’ bare bottom cheek knowing a gasp was bound to come from her mums’ lips, which it did. Becky then proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks which as usual were being turned darker and darker shades of pink and then red. The reddy hue darkened more quickly as Becky landed half a dozen spanks on the same bottom cheek followed by half a dozen. She asked my friend if she could use me as a guinea pig during the evening. My friend grinned and said: Yes, but I don’t want him watching us all the time. What can we do about that? Again the selling lady had the solution. She opened her sample case and took out a blindfold. Put this on him, she said. My friend took the blindfold and wrapped it around my head. It became pitch black. Now I had only my ears to determine what was going on. The first sound I heard was a metal sound. The selling.