I found increasing my intelligence more appealing than getting a girl into bed. In fact she was the one that made me a man. She was sexy, and naughty....She would wear underclothes that were transparent and take on different personas. School-girl, babysitter, cheerleader roles she would act out wearing scandalous outfits. The scenarios began rather tame, slowly progressing, without seeming like they did. Had me looking forward to what naughty thing she would come up with next. It was on a night. I had to go out again that evening to get dinner as the hotel wasn’t very good so I decided to see if the woman had a vacant slot for a massage. I phoned the number and asked if she was free that evening (she was for an hours slot at 6pm) and what the massage entailed. She told me it was a naturist massage (both she and I would be naked) and the massage would be for 60 minutes so it wouldn’t be rushed. As I was about to book her, she surprised me a little by saying that I should know that all. "Dad said that he would get it and I said I would do it or we would loose our place in the line. Lusa insisted that she come with me and we soon found the car and the errant case. When we got back to the line we found that dad and mom had made it in and Lusa and waited again till our turn came.The man doing the primary checking was Sergeant Colin McBride. He was one of the people from Internal Security that had killed and continue to kill any black that they thought was too uppity for their own. Mel smirked, then her tiny hole blossomed open and a gush of palest yellow liquid squirted out and descended noisily into the toilet bowl. The pee had only the faintest ammonia smell and there was a lot of it, so at least I’d been keeping Mel well dehydrated. After the last little dribble ceased, Mel reached for some toilet paper.“No, let me,” I said.I got a washcloth, moistened it with warm water, then gently wiped Mel’s pussy clean with it. Then I patted her dry using a towel.Mel flushed the.