I was unable to control and I decided to seduce before her birthday which was in next four days. We went to shopping and asked her to buy whatever sh... wants, she bought a nice sari along with a bra and a panty and I said that I want to see her in jeans as I never saw her in that dress. One night before her birthday, when sleeping in mid night, I woke up and saw her, and she was looking like an angel and saw her night gown was up to her knees and unable to control, gathering some courage, I. All have an element of repulsion, Black men, Fat men, Old men, Black, because many see them as inferior, and they think about the slavery on the plantations and the white owner fucking the Black Girls, but even more erotic, when the Black slave swings his monster into the White owners daughter, and we watch fascinated, as her Pussy is fucked with a vengeance, each frustration, singularity eked out with each meaningful thrust into her, yes, we have all jacked-off watching scenes like that, men. "Would you like to be an action figure?" How much?" Sylvia asked."As much as you're willing to pay." Bob said. "We have very flexible options--and all our toys are fully-articulated. Our most advanced models are technically robots--fully interactive with well-programmed AI--but even our basic models are head-and-shoulders above what you can get at, say, KayBee." What comes with the basic model?" Sylvia asked. Bob gestured for her to follow him, and he showed her into the store. Several. I would be a ‘kept woman’ like I’ve often read about except I wouldn’t be trading my virtue for the support. The more I think about it, the fewer things I can find negative. I’m sure we should put it in writing, a contract so to speak. I assume I would have to commit to a fair amount of time, perhaps with some financial incentives involved. But it would be a lovely life in some ways, a lonely one I’m sure in other ways. So, I meet with Harold and iron out all the details and we actually get.