When the guests started to complain about their backs, she proposed them a good massage. The husband assured them that she is good at massage and the ...uests had to accept it. The men lie down on their chests and she started to rub their back, waist and arms and shoulders. She realized that the guests like the massage. As a classic housewife, she had to show her all hospitality to her guests. She could make her husband be proud herself in this way. She gave them a very detailed massage. Although. It’s natural for a male to look at a sexy female especially when she’s in a sexy dress like this”, I said.She pulled me back on the sofa and got on top of me.“Am I an ordinary sexy woman?”, she asked. She slowly moved towards me.“What…. What is this all about?”, I asked.“You have all the freedom to get away from this. But will you?”, she asked.“Hell no, bitch,” I said as I pulled her towards me and kissed her lips madly. She removed her dress as I removed my t-shirt. I tore her bra and squeezed. I grasped my throbbing dick and squeezed it to center my thoughts, then stepped towards the door marked "Africa". Behind it I found two small seperate rooms, one with a sign ENGAGED, one with the door open. I walked inside and found inside it a young black woman shackled to the wall with big handcuffs. Her face shimmered from dried tears, she was completely naked and had brusies all over her body. I stepped up to her and touched her face. She looked at me, beggingly and for a moment I. She laid down on the bed, still in shock, and tried to sleep. After a few sleepless hours of reliving the night's events, she went downstairs in her short summer robe in the morning light and made some coffee.Jeff also had slept little, and as the alcohol wore off, he heard his mother downstairs. He looked at the clock. It was 6:30. He got up and went downstairs shirtless in his sleeping shorts. As he entered the kitchen his mother looked at him, and he gave her a little sheepish smile. To his.