“Are you done for the night?” you ask uncertainly. The woman returns with a small bag. I pull out a short summery dress and slip it on quickly ove... my skimpy stripper outfit. “I guess so,” I say. A bouncer opens the door for me, and we step out into the warm London night. “You’re going home just like that?” you ask. “Don’t you, I don't know, shower or something when you finish work?” “Work?” I ask, then laugh. “Oh, I don’t work here.” “You don’t?” “No, I just popped in because I know a few of. After that it becomes our practice to have 10-15 mints chit chat on daily basis in the evening and Akanksha becomes comfortable with me, this went for 8-10 Days. As Akanksha works in day time and she generally available in the room till evening, one evening I have offered her to come for a tea with me, Akanksha readily agreed and we walked together and went to that place and had our tea,in between we had exchanged our mobile numbers and shared our family information with each other, Akanksha. "I want another man to own me - a big handsome Negro, so that my life is completely in his hands. Every thing I do will be what he wants. I want him to tell me what to do - what to wear - even re-name me, if that's what he wants! I want a Negro to own me the way white women are owned by their Negro men. I want him to photograph me with a nude cumshot dripping from my face and post it online - that way everyone will know that I'm nothing but a faggot! Pics of me, naked with slop hanging like. I felt his hands slide inside my blouse and I felt my body responding. I was slowly thrusting my breasts up to his hands. His fingers entered my bra and brushed my nipples. That’s when I made my first mistake. A moan escaped my mouth. I immediately felt him pulling off his hands. I opened my eyes for the first time to see him turn around away from me.I was so turned on that I couldn’t fall back asleep. I badly wanted someone at my pussy. My panties were totally wet and I could feel my swollen.