I did not mind doing the chores, in fact Ifelt very submissive working under the command of my mother, like the menin the Femdom magazines. However, I...worried that one of my friends mightcome over and I would be exposed as the faggot some thought I was.After I took of my nightgown, my mom gave me a short silk robe to wear andsome black pl ballet flats from my cousin. She was already dressed in atight low-cut top, capri pants and peep toed pumps. I must have beenstaring at her lovely painted. The husband continued oiling the Black man's legs then did his shoulders and cut chest and abs, working his way down his belly to his crotch.Both my wife and I were mesmerized watching this play out.The Black man spoke to the husband who stopped oiling and shuffled on his knees through the sand to the other side of his wife and started to apply oil to her breasts and then between her thighs, for which she spread her legs, giving us a view of her shaved pussy as her husband applied the oil first. “If we empty it now, I can go and fill it up again for you,” she said as she dragged it down his hallway.Mrs Evan’s silver hair suddenly sprang into view, and her gentle face peered owlishly at her through her thick glasses.“How are you Mrs Evans?” Lisa beamed at her.“Oh well, I am doing very well, my dear and how nice of you to come and visit with us today.”“Yes, Mary ... Lisa is going to join us for a nice cup of tea, as a final farewell ... aren’t you Lisa?”Mr Evans smile so nicely at her. I have a potion, brewed from Moorish beans, Which all night through, will help you stay awake. Larissa drinks. LARISSA: What is this bright’ning tingle in my thoughts? What wond’rous drink have Moors and Muslims brewed, That sets my mind to racing, casts out sleep, And brings new vigor to my weary limbs! JOSEPHINE: They call it kahve in the Moorish lands, A magic drink it is, expelling sleep, Yet not all dreams are by sleep caused, my dear, Now lose your thoughts within my crystal sphere!.