“I'm just helping you along the path to self discovery.” Now he was mocking me. “This isn't who I am…” I objected.“Prove it.” He returne.... He stepped toward me and I recoiled. “Ah, ah…” He cautioned. “No tricks this time, just sit up.” I sat on the edge of the bed. I couldn't look at him, so I just stared through him, eyes slanted down. He approached slowly, his large erection bobbing as he walked, at face level. He moved right up against me, his dick still slimy from my earlier ministrations,. I said Wendy not everyone is like you, so of us want to get married to a nice white man and settle down and live a nice life of luxury.Wendy said stuff that, there is nothing better then getting fucked by a BBC then walking back into the house and kissing your boring little dicked white husband knowing you had a BBC in your mouth only minutes earlier.I reminded her what a slut she was, she reminded me what a slut she had turned me into on our last night out together where I had allowed the. I realized that if I just agree to the man’s sexual needs, he would do anything to make me happy in my life. One day, uncle came home with a very concerned expression. Since Aunty was not in town, I was taking care of him and the house. I gave him a cup of tea and asked, “What happend uncle?Nothing, beti” he replied just some trouble in business with Sharma sir again? I guessed. Sharma sir is my uncle business partner. He is as old as uncle but is fat, dark and a really mean expression. I did. He knew that the voice of the woman clad in black, and looking every inch the confident dominatrix, belonged to Allison Callow.George was amazed at the transformation of the mousey woman that he had done work for. Instead of the jumper and jeans that she normally wore she had on a skin tight black cat suit. Over it she wore a shiny black patent leather corset, cinching her waist in and pushing up under breasts that George had never realised that Allison possessed. Short boots with spike heels.