So here is how my first experience of being fondled by my man happened.I was in class eight and was traveling by the BEST bus back home, the bus was c...owded. I went and stood near the ladies seat, but the woman standing in front of me was wearing gajra, which I don’t like. So I stepped back unknowingly I brushed the person behind. I turned to say Sorry, but when I saw him I wasn’t sorry for what I did. Behind me was this Man in his late 50’s he was tall around 5.10 broadly built and was a. Mohammed was his closest companion, both a friend and a loyal employee,the big black man who unashamedly preyed on women, doted on him. He knewit was a two-way thing, he looked after his boss and he would be caredfor in return, cared for to have the fun that he loved to have with thewomen that came his way.The estate, in the quiet back water was to be Larson's castle, somewherehe could relax, hide, play and entertain without interruption ordisturbance. He had taken years to find this place, his. This continued until I was ready for something else, and told John to go sit back down, I pulled out of Tabitha, discarded the condom, pulled my pants back up (I try not to leave my hard cock out and protruding when single tailing - once was enough when a backswing flicked the tip over my cock; I am definitely not a masochist). I pulled Tabitha off the bed and chained her back against the mirror, facing out towards me.I picked up the single tail again, and she moaned in anticipation. I started. He was shirtless and I could see his turquoise Speedo along the top of his tiny gym shorts. He asked me to help him get any hair on the back of his body. I dropped my books and went to work, but suddenly, he stood up, dropped his shorts so that there wouldn’t be any hair on it. He bent over the sink in that tiny Speedo as I clipped what little hair he had. When I got to his legs I bent over and went to his ankles, then he turned around, and presented the front. I carefully worked up his.