Where has this been all my life? I thought to myself. Before we go ahead, let us know me. I am a 5 foot 7 guy with a 34-inch waist and a 42-inch chest... But I have always preferred pants of 3b and shirts of 44. The shirt of 44 because my boobs make very catchy mounds on the shirt, with my nipples poking out. But the pants were a whole different story.My waist was fine, but my ass did not fit in a 34. I invariably had to go for 38 because the 36 made me look like a whore. I had grown my hair a. And now I'm going to!" She looked deep into Chelsy's wide eyes, and said slowly, and with great feeling: "I am going to teach you so many special things, my dear, and I'm going to keep you for myself." and she smiled lovingly at Chelsy, as she added, "You are going to be my very own full-time subby, and you will call me Mistress!" Chelsy's mind swirled crazily, as the full meaning of what the woman was saying sank into her fevered brain. She was going to be a sexual slave to the whims of this. She opened the door, her curly, now wet hair now completely down and covering the shoulders of her wet T-shirt. I couldn't help but see her nipples pushing out of her wet shirt. My hand presented the towel to her, but instead of simply giving it to her, I found myself wrapping the towel around her wet body. All of a sudden, my arms were wrapped around her, and our lips were inches away from each other. It didn't take long for a spark to ignite. Suddenly we started kissing, hard and fast,. "You better watch your wife with that black guy," I told him. "He's a pretty aggressive, a real pussy hound."Bob just laughed. "Don't worry bud, she can take care of herself." Really," I told him. "He's after her for real. Actually a lot of them will be. She looks a little naive about it too. He's not just joking around." You need to mind your own business, bud," he said. "Lisa's a real live women's libber. She gets to do whatever she wants to. We both figured that out a long time ago. .