You’ll get loose when you want to. Just as a further inducement you’ll be expected back at the house for dinner tonight. We are even going to let ...ou wear clothes, lovely, gorgeous clothes. But if you’re a ‘fraudy-cat and stay here, you’ll het fifty strokes." Fifty?!" Of course. Why not?" But fifty would kill a girl!" I expect you’d survive. Girls do. No problem really. Think of that noble soul who declaimed ‘Give me liberty or give me death’. All you are going to lose is a few cunt hairs .... .. toactually..." Never you mind that, honey," said the woman who was looking over aselection of cosmetics. She was Black and wore her hair natural, like anAfro, but very short. Huge hoop earrings dangled almost to her bareshoulders. She wore only a beauty parlor worker's apron, so that much ofher voluptuous figure was shown off. The bare sides of her large breastswere so inviting. "Ms. Chantelle will take good care of you, MISTERThrone." Just let me explain." Before he could say anything. He placed the book back in his knapsack, and laid back down to close his eyes to immerse himself in the music.Some time later, hearing some people sit at the he bench adjacent to his he looked up to see. A group of women had taken a seat on the bench adjacent to his, above his head from his perspective.One woman in a green skirt, tight blouse, and a little too much makeup, was standing chatting with her friends. She looked down and caught his eye just as he opened his and looked up. Alas, had. I gave Shekhar a smile, which he reciprocated. My eyes lowered down to his muscular chest. Involuntarily Shekhar said ” Kya dekh rahe hain Memsahib?” I said, ” tumhare muscles bahut achhe hain” . He smiled and said, ” Thoda Kasrat karte hain memsahib.” Shekhar went to the kitchen to have his cup of tea. After having tea, Shekhar got up and came out of kitchen.I was completely wet inside me and feeling horny. Shekhar sensed it and said ” Aur kuchh kaam hai Memsahib?” I said , ” Shekhar…mere.