And of course there were men who were interested in sharing pics. Seeing all the pics shared, I started getting an inferiority complex with my body. I...am more of a hairy guy like most Indians, but these foreigner men are so well trimmed and maintained.So I went about shaving my private parts and my trimming my chest hair and hair in other places to look presentable. A couple of days later, I got a text for a doctor who was around 45 years old, he was a bisexual, named Peter.Being educated and a. When he paid, the girl behind the register surprised him by uttering the same phrase that he now had gotten so familiar with hearing from his wife; “Will there be anything else, sir?”. He was a little confused at first, not having done “The Routine” on her, but then he realized that it was what all cashiers said. Still his cock stirred in his pants, and he wondered if he should try to get this cute woman to fuck him.Instead he went for a walk in the park. It was a lovely day, and he could see. “You can feel my leg more, sweetie,” she said as she was breathing heavier as each moment passed, and his hand was roving more, now almost to her hose tops.The young black male became bolder, his left hand on her right thigh, pushing her dress a bit higher. Susie spread her legs more, exposing herself to this young black stud.“You are a hot bitch, aren’t you?” He was running his hands up and down her inner thighs as she scooted over in front of him, legs now spread wide.“That is some hot pussy,. ” That made sense. I assumed that Frank, or possibly Sandra, had decided that I needed some medical attention. Very thoughtful, really. “Come in.” I took a step back from the door, but stumbled. I was still rather dizzy and weak. The nurse rushed forward and grabbed my shoulder, steadying me. “Here,” she said. “You belong on your back.” She was right; a fresh wave of dizziness washed over me. She put her hand around my shoulders and helped me back up.