To tell you about myself I was just 21yrs old at that time with just an average body staying with my parents in south India. I was doing my Engineerin... studies at that time.We had a lavishly built huge 3 floor house with my parents staying in the ground floor and me on the first. I also had another bedroom adjoining with I had converted to my study and computer room and a small sit out where the stairs landed extending into a balcony. There was another almost similar setup except the 2nd. "No, I have no interest in pain, even pain that triggers pleasure. My first lover wanted to try such things, but the pleasure wasn't worth the pain that followed. I've already seen you display enough patience to believe your description of the pleasures to come."With that, Yoshi stepped over to the clothes Steve had removed earlier, and put them on, skipping the thong, and blushing at the wet spot in the pants. She put them on anyway, and left the room.Steve turned to Mary and Danielle. "Are. I had no idea. How did you find out?” “She told me ages ago,” she confessed. “She had a string of lovers over the years. Mostly black guys though. She loved black cock” John gasped. “Sorry,” she told him with a giggle. “I thought Frank might have told you.” John shook his head. “Never even a hint of it,” he replied. “Mind you, what bloke goes round telling his mates that his wife is fucking other guys and black guys at that?” Kate smiled and reached for his groin again. “Blokes that get. The couch was to small so we ended up on the floor. He got up. "I'll be right back baby." He went up the stairs. I quickly got naked and grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me, while I sat on the floor, with one boob out and a glass of white wine in one hand. Carter came back down the stairs wearing his "daddy" outfit as he called it. He was wearing glasses, a vest and he even had a pipe. I started laughing out loud. "My dear daughter, what is the meaning of this?" He said in a fatherly.