Still looking into my eyes. He starts to smile again. This time I feel his hand on my thigh as he leans forward. Getting close to my face he asks me i... I have been in here before. I shook my head NO and asked if I should leave. I am a little confused about his hand on my thigh, his big smile along with this look of Lust in his EYES. I am told this is a Biker Bar.. A BLACK BIKER BAR.. We don't get many White Boys in here.. Unless they are looking for Some Black Dick. I am feeling trapped like an. He lives with her mom alone as his father is in abroad for last six months. I had fucked his mom Seema and last Sunday we fuck my mom Rekha. I use to go his home and I had fucked Seema many more times. He had also fucked Rekha few times when I was out of home once Vishal came to me and ask me to make some plan so that he could fuck his mom. I say ok and make some plan. Next day I went to his home and meet Seema. She was in the kitchen. I reach behind and huge she and I press her boobs. I ask. He's a..." I'm familiar with French Postmodern philosophy."Vic looked delighted.Sarah glanced at the text Vic had been reading. Sartre. "Being and Nothingness" in French."You understand that?" she asked Vic."It's difficult. Barthes is such a lovely read, a real pleasure. Sartre may be difficult, at least this particular massive tome, but at least he tries to make sense unlike Foucault who seems to try not to. It's great for vocabulary as well." Is existentialism relevant to the postmodern?"Vic. ’‘That’s the idea,’ grins Donna. ‘Now get our clothes ready, we want a shower. You can come in to wash us. That’s all you’re good for.”I get everything laid out for them, Donna gets up first and climbs into the shower. She stands there while I wash her hair, wash her body all over. I get out to dry her and to put her clothes on.By the time Sarah gets out of bed I am really cold from not being able to dry myself.When Sarah does come in I also wash her from head to toe. I then dry and clothe her.