I was too excited thinking that it would be some sort of signal or something. But for serving the next dosa she came wearing a dupetta. I was totally ...isappointed and feared that she’d have taken me for a cheap pervert. After having our dinner we all watch tv for a while and I left home later. When I reached home I jerked off like a pig thinking of her boobs. Next day, I again went to have dinner at her place. Everything was going normal. My uncle was in a hurry for his night shift work. And he. I was caught red handed. She gave me a strange look. I was standing there expressionless thinking what to say. She then quietly got up and gave me a kiss on my lips. I was still thinking and was not in a condition to respond. She then gave me a tight slap on my butt and squeezed them..I returned to my senses and gave her a long kiss. We kissed for 20 minutes. She then asked me to show her my wardrobe.While watching my dress collection, she said that I had a better dressing sense than her. Then. But the destination unfortunately was worse than I had expected. The apartment complex had graffiti all over the walls and there were a lot of black people just standing around in the court yard. I grabbed Jake's duffel bag and hauled it to the entrance. I tried walking past the blacks like I didn't notice them but one of them stepped out in front of me, "Where you think you going lady?" the black man asked. He was wearing a black jacket and pants with a black baseball cap and light blue. Taliya, bless her heart, took me gently in her arms, sharing her warmth with me. As Mistress Denise ordered she cleaned me up, very carefully. I had seen my butt in the mirror behind the bathroom door. My bruises looked fierce, welts crisscrossing my lower back and upper thighs, puffy lines intersecting everywhere. In time they would heal. There would be no scarring as Mistress Denise was careful not to break my skin. A good trainer had that kind of finesse, and she was very.