I like to write erotic fiction stories. I like to travel to different cities and meet new people. I’m kind of adventurous. Oh, and I’ve been calle... paranoid but whatever. So what if I don’t believe that every random man and woman I meet is nice? The world is full of psychos. Psycho men and psycho women are multiplying like crazy. You’ve got to watch out. I always do. When I’m not at school, I indulge my myriad hobbies. I mentioned that I’m a writer and I take my writing very seriously. Oh, and. And from that far end of the street I could see maya coming.maya was our maid, and she wasn’t beautiful at all. well she was all filled up however, and had huge hips that were draped in green sari(an Indian clothing item).the sari had ribboned over her waist and clung like a serpent. I could see her wobbly stomach surrounded by crowds of droplets that snaked their way down after soaking her ample bosom. her nonchalant sway,unwary of the hungry babus and their gaping mouths was an indication. He pumped with his muscular hips 2 increase the pleasure, driving his generously thick, pulsating cock all the way in2 my hot, hungry, sucking mouth & propped himself up on his elbows 2 watch me devour his jizz, swallowing over & over, drinking down his nectar, filling my belly with his man-seed. i sucked him & drank his cum like i was dying of thirst, not missing a single drop of his gift 2 me. when mark was drained, i licked him completely clean, then we headed back in2 the shower. we soaped. Turning around I noticed another sex swing and an examination table with stirrups. It, too, was covered with black leather padding. And attached to the wall hung several sets of shiny small linked chains, some with clip pins and some with black leather Velcro bracelets. And hanging from black wooden pegs were an assortment of strap on dildos in leather harnesses, all with balls, all at least 12′, two that looked scary! Linda had disappeared into a closet and came out wearing a black and red.