What do you desire sir?” I asked in my best slut voice letting my tongue emerge like a pink carpet into my proffered orifice.”Suck this slut.” H... ordered and he stood undoing his suit trousers to reveal a rapidly growing cock. He was hairy and his cock was sweaty, I assumed from being at work all day. The head of his cock appeared through the hole and I kissed it causing him to moan and push it further through until he was pressed against the wall and his hardening member was rising before my. I was then based out of Mumbai and decided to visit him in Goa for a week. Both of us were active on Tinder and we used to discuss how Indian woman throw themselves at firang guys irrespective of their status, age and looks. This was true for Simon too and he had a tonne of matches from the time he landed. However, he was often a little shy of meeting new people and was not so much into tinder hook-ups. Maybe the fact that both of us used to get enough action non-tinder wise made a difference.. Though I had asked him to show me his wife’s art of lovemaking, it now feels as if he and he only is on top of me –body upon body. Carefully, running his hands over me. Examining every curve. Every fold. He has overpowered my mind. All my thoughts are of he and I. I reach up with one hand, cupping the side of his face. He dips his mouth into the palm of my hand. He licks the fullness of my whole hand, licking each finger with such fervor that it feels like my hand will catch on fire. He guides. It still felt odd to look down and see what looked like one of those trannies you see in porn. A smooth hairless body and a tiny limp penis. I used Beth’s body lotion all over and sprayed a few shots of her perfume on myself before putting on the panties and nightie. Standing there in front of the mirror I was ashamed at how I looked. I was turning into a cuckolded, sissy, slut for my Black Master and there was nothing I could do to stop it.I looked at the clock and saw I had about 5 minutes to.