I feel them. I tell her not to worry, not to pay attention to the people gathered round. Someone on a horse rides by. I feel her breasts (they're as f...rm as my ass when my wife squeezed it in the dream kitchen), I kiss her lips. People on horses have gathered around. Some are cops wearing blue and white helmets. They're smiling. It's a show.My daughter is on her hands and knees in the grass; I'm on my knees. It occurs to me we'll come away with telltale green stains. Like rug burns. I lean. I was given a new name by one of the visitors “Bano humano” which is “human toilet”Richard liked that and I am called Bano whenever he speaks to me.I have found out a lot about myself over the past eight years of being a slave to my Masters. Mainly how submissive and compliant I am to every new whim or wish they have. I now have a full and extensive wardrobe of sexy female clothing which I wear each and every day. In bed I am ordered to wear stockings and suspenders and keep my heels on. I’m. When it was time to go we stared at each other for a moment, then..suddenly she reached out and pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. And she left. It was like minutes before I regained my composure enough to realize that Tara was out of sight, and I had forgotten to get her number.I spent a week straight having lunch at that very same bench, but no Tara. I was despondent. It must have been two weeks later that I was pushing the limits of happy hour on a Friday night, when out of the. Yet another exciting thing occurred during this time, and that was when Paula told her husband that she wanted a baby, but not just a baby, and certainly not his baby, but Habib's baby; a baby with an African pedigree!"I want a black c***d, Stefan," Paula had said. "And I want it be Habib's. Okay? Please? I really,really want to have a baby with him!"Stefan wasn't really surprised to hear this. He'd suspected that something like this was more than likely to happen; deliberately, or just by.