“Excellent, Peter. Now, we need to get you prepared, so, if you could be ready for 12.30 PM, I’ll drive you into town.”She stood up and shooed m... out of her room.That afternoon I was taken to a special salon, located on an industrial estate I had not visited before. I was introduced to Phoebe, the attractive owner, and taken by her, with Jennifer into a large ‘treatment’ room.“Now, Peter, first things first. We need to get rid of all that nasty body hair, don’t we?” said Phoebe, “Take off all. So ab story pe ate hai, yeh baat 2 mahine pehele ki hai jub me kolkatta gaya tha apne office ke kam se. Main pehele bhi Kolkata ata jata reheta tha par iss bar joh maire sath huwa usse toh maja hi aa gaya. Pehele jub bhi main Kolkata jata that oh apne kuch dosto ke sath sonagachi ‘Red-Light Area’ jarur jata tha. Lekin iss bar mere ek dost ne bataya ki, sonagachi me who maja nehi raha aur iss bar kuch naya try karte hai. Main bhi iss bar kuch naya try karna chahata tha, toh jaise hi maine uska. . firmly. Still leaned over, she said, "I'm running to the restroom, k?" And she was off.That was TOO easy, I thought. Had she planned it, or had she exploited an unexpected opportunity? Maybe, as "Finn," I could find out later on.Another third into the movie, and Lissa ran to the restroom. "Definitely too much soda," Denise giggled into my ear. I just nodded and watched the show, feeling weird, proprietary, cuddly, husbandy feelings toward my sister. After we exited the movie (which had only. My teeth rattle in my skull while he pounds me to ecstasy. He owns me and I love it. But what I love the most is the feel of my husband underneath me, with his face buried between my thighs, slurping and licking. My black lover is pounding me now and with each stroke his cotch makes a slapping sound against my white ass while his balls slap across the bridge of my husband’s nose. It’s the ultimate feeling of power and liberation. My black lover owns me and can do whatever he wants to my body.