We had discussed these things for the better part of three months or so when, one night after making love, we began to talk about what our ultimate fa...tasy would be. Mine was simply wanting to watch her with another man. I had no grand illusions on what she might say or think, and was quite surprised how receptive she was to the idea. She said it sounded interesting and fun, and we talked some more about it that night. I then asked her what her ultimate fantasy might be. I nearly fell out of. I asked her if she had any other relatives. She told me that her elder sister lives in Chennai with her husband and children. She added that her sister visits her once a year. It was mostly sad things we had discussed till then. I wanted to be happy and smile around for some time. I asked her if she dances or sings. She told me that she used to dance. But after marriage, she hasn’t danced much.I told her that I too loved to dance. I asked her if she would want to dance with me. She smiled and. The hands on your arms and shoulders work back down to your chest , they begin concentrating on your chest now kneeding and pushing them up and down your nipples now hard as bullets get caught between the oiled fingers and tugged gently with the movement. Your pussy starts to throb and ache just like your tits are now aching for more.. you feel the hands on your hips stop and start to slowly pull your panties down for a split second Ur unsure of what to do but the attention your tits are now. . that's right," she said, striking what she hoped was a provocative stance."I've never been..." she hesitated only momentarily for she hated the word, hated foul language of all kinds, "... fucked by a black cock. I've always wanted a... a..."She looked a last time to the leader's eyes which were cold steel and she knew there would be no reprieve, no turning back."I've always wanted a black cock in my mouth, in my pussy and in my ass. Think any of you are man enough to satisfy me?"She caught.