Greg then moved to the bed – a kind of elevated, inclined cot, which allowed him to recline but still allowed all the men to see his whole body. Wha... the men did not see was that in the back of the room, over their heads, a monitor was playing a porn flick which only Greg could see. It was just something to help him get and stay hard. In later shows we turned the sound up so that everybody could hear it. The sound of fucking coming from the monitor made the atmosphere seen even dirtier and. "You are an incredible person. I am amazed and humbled that you chose me to be your fuck bunny. I want to be yours, but I cannot be your fuck bunny any longer unless we are equals. I want a new agreement." Who says I want a new agreement?" Riata asked with her arms folded across her chest and her legs crossed at the knees."Every single person on this level who had to listen to you carry on last night knows how you feel. Apparently every work of art on this level, including the painting on this. Do let me know your, please. My email id is give at the end of the story.I am writing a true experience of mine which took place a couple of months ago with the wife of my colleague. She is in her mid-30s, average height, dusky skin and long flowing black hair. Her figure is awesome and so is her way of talking. She wears spectacles and that gives her an intellectual kind of look which is like an instant turn on for me. On top of that, when she lets her perfect flowing hair loose: oh my God!!. I could tell she was naked underneath or as least close to it. The robe was made of very thin white silk. The robe in contrast to her black skin was striking. Layla was a well taken care of woman. Even almost naked she had class. For sure a damn site more class than I had."Come in Wanda, Rodney is waiting for us in the playroom downstairs."I followed Layla down the stairs to the basement. I don't know what I had expected, but it was a simple game room. A place where the children might gather to.