He went in to change and shower.Sushma smiled at me “I can read you like a book. Come, I will take you to our bed room. You wait for him in my bed n...ked, I will send him to fuck you” My heart was racing, as she led me to their bed room.It took me few seconds to remove T shirt and leggings, Sushma watched and nodded with approval as she took in my hour glass figure, heavy tits, slender waist, deep navel and generous hips.“I am glad your cunt is clean shaved. Arjun is very fussy about it, others. Bob had never met her but was hoping for some fun. Bob kept trying to contact her, with little luck. Finally, on the last night of the seminar, Bob reached Mary Ann and said, “Hello, my name is Bob, and I am married to Franny. She said you were best friends when she was in tech school.”Mary Ann replied, “We only spoke briefly the other day. How is she?”“She is okay but is having a tough time adjusting to life after being in a war zone. She suggested I look you up.”“Well, hello, how are you?”. Wilson started to grope her tits freely. Her humiliation was no doubt turning him on. She was squirming but couldn’t get her hand’s free. With his left arm he bore down on her legs to keep her still. With the other hand he continued to freely molest her tits. “Stay still girl.” He snapped as he gave her left nipple a rough pinch. “Don’t forget who you belong to, and don’t forget what you are” he made sure to say loud enough for the cabbie to hear. Mr. Wilson knew exactly what he was doing. This. .the darkness.Decades... years... eons... They fly by as though they were nothing.You dream. You dream of feminine things. You dream of sexual things. Men. Women. Images cascade through your mind until they coalesce intosomething coherent. You're in a club. You're dancing. Young men andwomen all dressed in dark but tight clothing. Short skirts. Tightpants. All designed to announce that they're interested in one thing:sex. You flash in and out of moments in time. At one point you get.