”“Who are you?” Ethan asked.“Who am I?” the stranger scoffed. “I’m the only guy who knows the scoop, the only patsy who’s in on the jo...e. Just when you think you’ve found an easy way out of the frying pan, bam, you’re dropped right into the fire. Some of ‘em get stuck in a loop, living out their despair over and over, like a clockwork toy. Me, I can appreciate a good pratfall, always did like a little Keaton.”“What is it that you want from me?” Ethan continued, trying to control the wavering in. Plus, he's a Negro. And being bedded by a black man has been a secret fantasy of yours for a long time, if you'd admit it." Not just mine." I don't hide it," I shrugged. "It's a turn-on for me to see you fucked by a big black cock." Disengaging from our embrace, I reached into a drawer, withdrawing a digital camera. I wanted to take photographs while Patty was still intent on replying to the ad, avoiding a later possibility she might change her mind.Switching clothes, Patty put on a sexy red. She pulled away and stood up. I watched as she peeled off her panties revealing her bald puffy pussy. I slid my hand between her legs, feeling her wetness. She sat back down and lifted her legs up into the air. I slowly slid my cock into her tight pussy as I rested her legs on my shoulder.I watched as she moaned up at me as I slowly started to fuck her, building up a rhythm. As I started to fuck her, I put one of her feet back in my mouth. The combination of fucking her and sucking on her foot. He was touching Neelam in strange ways. He put both his hands on Neelam’s waist to check if both sides of her hair were equal length. Maybe this is how they do it, I thought.Trimming was done and he started massaging Neelam’s shoulders without asking, “Thanks enough, Kishore,” Neelam said, I have to go and get ready. “Massage kara leejiye, madam. Ritu ji se poochiye massage se body ko kitna relax milta hai,” he smiled.“Aaj nai, next time, Ritu se paise le lena, Bhabhi. I am done, main room me.