Thus on Saturday morning I awoke feeling very ill indeed. My painkillers did not react well to large amounts of alcohol. Once again Trish had gone off...to work, leaving me with my stomach and head. I held my head and thought that I wasn’t really helping Trish first thing in the morning. I was never awake in time. I was not in the best condition to do serious thinking but I saw the personal recorder and played the recordings of all the conversations I’d had over and over. The first thing I. He doesn't have to read hints and figure out what I want through some mysterious psychic ability. Of course, he can notice little things along the way and keep them in mind in order to please me. There's nothing wrong with that, but it isn't going to fill that need I have to be taken and led.In order to give me that feeling, he has to start from within himself. What really turns me on, is when he brings me around to the enjoyment of something that he wants to do with me. There's nothing more. “Oh yes, love, you are awesome, yes slut,” said James softly. “Indian cunts are made for white cocks,” James said, his dick drilled into my cunt back and forth.“Yes, they are,” I replied, moving my hands all over my head in pleasure. “Oh James, I missed your cock.”“Sweat not, love, your white fucker is here now,” he replied and increased his pace.“Oh yes, James. I am your whore, fuck me and put another white baby in me, make me you breeding slut,” I moaned loudly.“Don’t worry, slut, I’ll make. I told her dont worry i will fulfill all your needs today.Then i asked her to take a bath. in the meanwhile i cooked pepper mint chicken for her. when she came back she was shocked that i cooked for her. I was shocked to see her she came in in white saree with a black colored blouse. She had long hair which was beautifully floating in the air. She was wearing a sexy black bra. She was 36/28/32 I asked her to sit and i started to serve her and feed her the food. It was 10:30pm i told her shall.