Yeah that would be fitting. And maybe make the super stud a she male prostitute. Then he never would have to worry about pussy again. White or any oth...r color. About an hour later a black van pulled into the driveway and two large men and a woman got out. They carried an ambulance type cot with a cover like the funeral homes use. The woman asked, "Are you Mr. Summer? After answering in the affirmative, She answered "I'm Becky. This is George and Allen. We belong to Mistress Mulligan. " I showed. “When did you talk to Danielle about this?” I inquired. “After you two broke up, she sent me a text that told me you wanted to fuck me.” Sharon replied. I got this huge smile on my face as I tried to keep from laughing. “What’s so funny?” asked Sharon. “When Danielle mailed my phone back to me, I sent that text hoping maybe you felt the same way and something like this would happen. When you didn’t reply, I assumed it never would….damn I’m glad I sent that!” I said as I picked up my pace. “You. I myself was too nervous to tlak. then I started talking about Delhi weather and my flight experience, how long shes waiting at airport etc she gave all hjer responses in single ‘yes’ and ‘No’.As per plan we went to her house, I kept my luggage in the car only only from a suitcase I took out night dress and a pack of condoms which she asked me to bring and naughtyly shows the packet to her, she was so ashamed, she stood wkith her face down and couldn’t saty anything I patted her hairs and tried. I'd told him how relatively hardcore my fantasies were and now he went for that, pinching and twisting and pulling them. It was an amazing turn-on.He tore the dressing gown off me, leaving me naked and vulnerable, my nipples stiff. He pushed me so I fell backwards onto the bed. "Open your legs," he said as he stripped his clothes quickly off. I spread my legs and showed him the freshly-shaved cunt he'd asked for. I was here. Whatever doubts I'd had it was too late to back out now.He.