She was like my d**gged sex doll. We fell asleep in each other’s arms for a couple of hours and then I helped her back to bed. The next morning, was...a little odd. She was looking different, and I know she was feeling different also. I was scared, so I decided to try to save myself. I told her we needed to talk. She asked what was going on. I could tell she had some recollection of the night before’s antics. I sat her down while dad was sleeping and told her that she has been doing really scary. Stepping outside this room we are no one else but brother and sister; DEAR”Payal: “Hummm… Should we continue this relation?”Me: “First tell me, why did you become an escort?”Payal: “I wanted money to fulfill my shopping and expenses”Me: “Is that all for which you do this?”Payal: “and… to satisfy my sex desires”Me: “So that is what we just did… Satisfied our sex desires, I did not like it for few seconds but later, I think you are really great… in bed”Payal: “Ha.. That does not mean you will. It's when women don't have any rights, and men have all the rights they care to elect for themselves." Rights?" wondered Buttercup who was having quite different difficulties in understanding what Delta was going on about."You know: the right to own property; the right to vote in state or local elections; the right to education; the right to roam freely without help or hindrance; the right to travel on men only public transport or to enter men only zones; the right to bear and bring up your own. “I think the ultimate would be to get fucked by some black cocks!”His eyes widened as I giggled, enjoying the look “ of shock he was displaying.“It would look fantastic me dressed as a white trashy hotwife as a group of black guys used and abused me for their carnal pleasure!”My husband just nodded, his mouth gaping open as he pictured the image of his loving wife writhing in ecstasy at the pleasure derived from huge black cocks. That’s something I will file away for another night. Tonight I.