I never took the bait, and so far as I know, it wasjust my imagination." Perhaps. Or perhaps she knew you better than you knew yourself."***After my s...ssion, I returned to my apartment and went to work. Itwas great sitting at my personal computer, firing off emails,fielding phone calls, and faxing off reports as if I were back inmy cubicle. I watched in amusement as my polished fingernailsflew over my keyboard, wondering what my colleagues would thinkif they could see me now, skirt hiked up to. Nine gray-haired and bald old men of the village, instructed in Mthobo chiefdom’s cultural doctrines; and considered custodians of their ancestral norms, sit impatiently to deliberate his nineteen sixty-nine mischievous marriage. Their own children marrying from another tribe was abominable; and bringing along a blonde white woman with blue eyes from Australia is totally despicable. It’s a scandal too much for them to condone.“If this is what academic education means, none of my children should. ....The general public looks at our marriage as a simple, low-key, nothing but ordinary type of marriage. Our offspring consider us “boring” and “too religious to have much fun”. I just smirk.I am sure some people condemn the lifestyle that I have chosen. Sharing the woman you are married to might be wrong in most eyes, but in our eyes, it is normal. I fell in love with my wife the first time I met her. She was dressed in, what I call her “work clothes”, as a Catholic Nun. Maybe it was her. "His mouth was working so hard, all he could do was moan a little as I continued rubbing the buttplug over his prostate gland. My other hand was still on the back of his head, driving his mouth and tongue deeper into my pussy. He knew how I wanted to be rubbed and then he surprised me by sliding his finger out of my slit and moving them into my wet ass crack. His finger was very well lubricated and before I knew it, he had slipped it inside of my ass past the second knuckle. I couldn't have.