"I wonder how Richard is getting on?” Richard was loving every minute of his fantasy. He and Michelle had gotten ready early. Even though it was not...her fantasy Michelle had been nervous about hosting and had flitted from room to room making sure everything was clean and tidy. When the doorbell had rung she nearly jumped out of her skin.“Calm down, Michelle; this is my fantasy, not yours. I am the one who has to perform.”Richard walked to the door and opened it. “Good evening, ladies; please. We all smoked a joint in the living room. At some point, I completely out of the blue stood up and said, “It’s way too hot, so I’m heading to take a cold shower!”. I went to the bathroom, undressed and stepped into the shower. After about 30 seconds, Kavita knocked on the door and said that she agreed with my idea and asked if it was OK to join me.I said, “Of course,…this is your house. Do what you like!” With that, she came in, undressed and joined me in the shower. I was amazed at her tight. Both of our legs were getting weak, because all of this was happening while we were standing. Since we were in her shop, the only things we had were two barber’s chairs or the seats for the waiting customers. The floor was too hard and cold. Anyway, she unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock and began to pull on it. Her hand was getting frothy because my cock was oozing much pre-cum. I then began to rub her panty-covered crotch, and I could not believe the heat and wetness coming from it. I. It wasn’t all bad news, far from it, just a world with a sharp divide between the safe and the dangerous. It was a stark contrast between the enlightened new civilization and social order that I had built around hedonism, social justice, scientific progress, and peaceful cooperation (a euphemism for the Pax Diabolica, as I liked to call it); and the increasing barbarism and brutality of the Celestial Mandate regime in China, which had renamed the place the Celestial Territories of East Asia..