About thirty minutes later I received a text back from her. Hey…I’m not really feeling up to playing when you get home. I’m tired and just not ...orny…maybe later. I was pissed. Here I was expecting to her to be waiting to jump me as soon as I walked through the door, but no. She wasn’t in the mood anymore. I knew I could quickly change that, but why? Why should I when she was begging for it this morning? I wasn’t about to beg for shit. Fine… That was my subtle reply, but the next text kinda set. It was ridiculous and the girl's confession should have infuriated Michelle. Instead she stood riveted to the spot even though Thema's statements sounded demanding and gave the indication there was going to be a role reversal. Being a white slave to a trusting African Queen should have spurred Michelle to action but it did not. Suddenly Thema acted like she was in complete control and she grabbed Michelle's dainty hand. She led the woman across the room, out the door, and swiftly down the. It was as if I was swelling up.It felt so full. It seemed to be pushing into places that have never been touched before. I was feeling like a virgin again. It may have been my excitement, but I felt out of the world as he slowly started stroking. With his first slow stroke I came for the first time.I squeezed his cock and he seemed to like it. He kept stroking slowly and then kept increasing the speed. Rekha was adding to the pleasure, she had turned around with her ass facing my face. I was. "Did you want a beer?" she asked with a strange expression on her face. "I thought we could go through what happened yesterday over a drink. Civilised. Adult. But you seem ... distracted."Her face wore a sly grin, unsettling the young man even more than the lewd imaginings of his grandmother's sexuality. "A beer would be good," he replied, voice wavering with consternation. "Thanks."The woman handed him a can of lager. "I can't open it with these nails." She extended her fingers to show her.