You should go through the previous 2 parts if you haven’t read them already.So, I am writing this story in a small pink thong pantie under a small m...cro-skirt and sitting on the lap of Raju who was one of Bunty’s gang members.Bunty sometimes touches my nipples which stay erect always nowadays (Bunty will start hormone treatment after a month for me after which I will have milk in my tits!) and sometimes, Raju makes me drink whiskey from his glass. At other times, he would be lifting up my skirt. When the drinks came, Rog toasted with, "Tonight is a night for decision. Here is to the right ones." As we clinked glasses, I wondered what he meant, however the night would surely reveal that they were well thought out. I had never drunk a black Russian before but I was impressed with the flavor as well as its ability to make me feel relaxed. When I had finished my drink, I knew I was feeling very good and sensed that Rog knew it as well. We ate and talked for some time. I looked at the roses. She curled a finger at him, asked the cabin to put on a little tune,which turned out to be oddly perfect on its first try, jazzy and dreamyat the same time. "C'mon, girly, let's see you get your kiss. I'mwaiting for you." She swirled her curves, closed her eyes, leanedforward and moaned, then lifted her blue eyes and gazed at him as if hewere the sexiest girl in the world.He tried three times before he felt the beat. Three times, she backedaway, twirled her finger at him and said, "No. I don't. They also have the right to have the husband support them and carry out their wishes and desires during this time. It is now April, this is about last month.February 28th, tomorrow the new law starts. My wife is worried, never being with a black man, what’s going to happen. This guy at her work Jim has been telling her she is going to belong to him and her short dick ol man will never fuck her pussy again. Jim told her to take the day off because he would be knocking on the door at 12:01 am..