She told me stomach first. So, I started to lay flat, but like everyone else, the mid section of the body tended to sink. She would help each boy get ...lat in the water by lifting up his mid section, always careful to avoid touching his butt or genitals. In my case, she seems to have screwed up and put her hands right on my balls! She didn't seem to realize this, but I was in such shock, my butt started to go down again, so she reached up once more, and this time grabbed my cock! She immediately. “Start with the paddles.” She heard people moving behind her and twisted her head to each side trying to see who and what and whatever. “Oh, you want to see, Michelle. Show her, boys. Let her see what you’ll be using on that big round ass of hers.” Two men, in suits and masks like the man with the scissors, walked in front of her holding long handled wooden paddles. The panic in her swelled as did the realization of yet another fantasy. The man with the scissors looked at her face and laughed. Although Ivory appreciated the taste of Oak Leaf’s tender, firm flesh, she also regretted that the woman with whom she shared her body with the shaman was not the husband Ivory had once expected as her due. Not all Ivory’s life was a constant bout of lovemaking, although it sometimes seemed to be so. There was much to learn from the shaman and most of this was of a practical nature. She was taught the properties of selected herbs and fungi and for which ailments they were most efficacious. She. Immediately next day I got a confirmation mail from her that she is happy that I have agreed to meet her. I had mentioned in my earlier story that I work for a finance company and mine is traveling job. Due to the hectic schedule it had gone out of my mind that I have to meet that lady by Saturday evening for my good luck she sent me a reminder mail of Saturday confirming whether I’m coming or not. Saturday morning I was in my sore and was suppose to come late night to Bangalore but after.