"W-What?" I tore my eyes off the mirror, blushing hard."Not all black guys are hung like horses," she whispered, "but that one is." Oh! I didn't ... I...mean, I wasn't ... Uh..." There! All done," she decided, spinning me around so that I had no choice but to stare at the guy. "Curt, meet Wendy. Having problems?" These Speedos are too small," he complained. "Look at that. There's no way my shit's gonna fit in that bag, Shelly."The man held up a swimsuit, one of those small nylon kind that most. Felt like kissing you so hard you cried or giving you my everything, my all. How perfectly we two puzzle pieces fit together. Together we stick forever. I fall into a deep slumber, unwillingly because I know sleep only wastes our time together. I want to fight and kick and scream and throw tantrums to let sleep, college life, and night know how much I hate them. Tearing us apart, even though it’s only a week or two at most, such star crossed lovers should never be forced to be apart like we. “let’s do something tomorrow, i’ll give you a call, and in the mean time–keep this a secret.” I did not call her the next day, as i had to work all day and there was no way that i could get away. I called the next day on my lunch hour. She answered we were to meet at a grungy cheap hotel later that evening. Anjali was against it at first, but with persuasion, promises that i just wanted to talk and let everything out in the open, she conceded.then i asked her to come to my office guest house ,. Beck didn’t stop and Judy knew that she had crossed the line into total submission to be able to bear the pain in her tits. I told her daughter to back off and remove the clamps from her Moms tits, which you know sends the pain throughout the rest of her body. Judy looked at me as Beck removed one clamp then the other with each her eyes rolled back and she shuttered for a moment in the grip of the nips. I then told Beck to suck on each tit which she did like a good sub. Her Mom held her head.