" He said as he motioned like taking off an imaginary robe.Julia turned around and untied her robe. The masseuse's eyes widened and he stood on his to...s like he was trying to look over her shoulder. To his slight disappointment, the robe came off and revealed her one piece bathing suit, but even he saw the curves of her body and the cleavage of her breasts. She turned back around and he quickly put on a smile and got off his toes, then motioned to the table. She walked over and sat down, then. Which I'm sure you have." "You little bitch! I was going easy on you, but now you're getting fucked whether I have to hold you down and make you swallow me whole or you take it like you want it." I screamed as he pushed me hard against the shower wall. Mr. Atkins ran in, grabbed Beau and punched him hard in the face multiple times until he was on the ground, unconscious. "Thank you, Mr. Atkins." I hugged him oblivious to my wet, naked state. "Ummmmmm... I think you should at least dry off if. “No.” This time I stuck my tongue out playfully, assuring her that yes, I understood the game as well. “Maybe?” she grinned, sitting beside me once more and grabbing hold of the rope around my waist, pulling so that it sawed between my legs, rubbing against my swollen clit, stimulating me until I writhed with pleasure which set the balls inside me into motion as well. “No.” I gasped, shaking my head, the tags on my collar jingling. “Think about it.” She retreated, pulling up a chair. It was Fikile, Gatsha’s cousin. The tall, curvy young Black woman with the round face and smooth, shaved head looked at him with worry in her eyes. Andile Bafana smiled at Fikile. The young woman smiled at him, and asked him what he was up to. Andile looked at Fikile. She was over six feet tall, just like Gatsha. Like him, she had mixed parentage. Nigerian and South African. Fikile was known for her fiery temper, her fierce beauty and her prominent buttocks. Even among the lovely, curvy and.