Her womanly folds were wet with excitement as she danced.Three months earlier her 'womanly folds' had been virginal and innocent. The hungry gaze of A...rican men had made her nervous and shy. Then one afternoon after swimming in the pool Old Josh the gardener had commandeered the towel and taken upon himself to dry her. She had protested weakly as he had masterfully taken control, briskly towelling her dry. With no regard for her blushes he had stripped off her wet bathing suite and continued. ” I told Cindy.Cindy smiled at me. Her beautiful tits would be barely contained this way, but she was really enjoying her new found freedom. Of course, so was I.Christina brought my credit card and the bill back for me to sign. I signed it and took my credit card. Christina stayed there waiting. Then, after I had signed, she handed me a slip of paper. I opened it and it had her name and phone number on it. I looked up at her and smiled.“Thank you, Christina. I look forward to seeing you. It was worse than she’d thought. Even her closest friends knew how useless she was.To make things more confusing, the more she dwelled on her own worthlessness, the more her arousal grew. She felt like she hadn’t cum in years, a frustration that was only amplified by the feeling that she’d never be able to find anyone with low enough standards to fuck her.And that thought just served to turn her on even more. Within a minute of Duncan pulling out of her mouth, Brandi was twitching with arousal,. ’ He slowly kissed the paper, placed the poem in a small jewelry box he had found in a small shop next to his office. It was wooden and decorated with an intricate design, but wasn’t very costly. He laid the shoelace in the box as well and laid the box in the branch of the tree and tied it with a long ribbon, wrapping it twice to be sure nothing would happen to it. He had purposely chosen a brown ribbon to make it less noticeable to a passerby. He didn’t think of looking around to see if.