" Shoot! Business is good!" Martin said in wonder.Martin watched as they trio negotiated the security gate and walked up the cobbled drive. Particular...y he watched the swaying bottom of the young Arab girl."Yes... a lucky son of a bitch," he muttered before driving off.Mo' stood on the second floor balcony and directed them to the side gate. This led to a flight of concrete steps that took them up to the second level.They saw that the bottom level was only one room wide and that the house was. Again I typed “but you will look hot and sexy in western dresses”. Now, she just said my husband don’t like me wearing that. I typed “I want to gift you a western dress so can you please tell me your vital stats”. She typed “what does that mean”? I replied I mean your figure? After 2 mins she typed its 32-28-32. I again replied, wow parul, you have excellent figure. I saw her expressions on webcam, she looked uncomfortable as I said that. Still I again typed that specially I like your boob. I close my eyes and make myself go to sleep only to dream of you once again. ****** Oh, yes. I dream of you just as I fantasize about you, but with more passion than my conscious mind would ever allow. In my dreams, my room is much more elegant than the plain bare walls that it has in the real world. It is no longer the room of a lonely, tired woman, but is now the boudoir of a sensual, desirable lover. In my dreams, you come to me, take me in your arms and kiss me deeply and passionately. My eyes followed her, too fascinated to be embarrassed, and watched her squat over the toilet then reach between her legs to work the nozzle loose. She let out a moan (of relief or pleasure?) as a stream of dirty water shot out of her rectum and into the bowl. The flow continued for several seconds and then slowed to a trickle, running down the crack of her bottom. Grabbing the toilet paper, she carefully cleaned herself, then looked up at me. Her face was pink."Oh, God, doing that with you.