It was strange at first and I still had to go more as she was slowing down. “Have you ever pee on anyone?”, she asked. I answered no but her siste..., my lady friend, might experience it before I go. She just smiled, reached down and started to aim my cock and stream into the bowl. “I have always wanted to do that:, she admitted shyly. There are probably many thinks that you would like to do based on your family I thought. Soon I stopped but she still held on to my cock. It was starting to grow. I was watching her butt and very getting aroused. My cock could no longer be controlled and it sprung out of the towel. Shanthi told me to get another towel. I told her the rest are good one and my mom would kill me if they are spoilt with oil. Cooking was over and we went to my bedroom. I told her to massage me. She hesitantly said ok. I told her what if your dress gets oily.She said she was concerned as well. I gave her one of my boxer shorts and a sleeveless T-shirts. She was shy and told me. Not hard, but pointedly. He was on the hunt. I tried to get away, when out of no where I felt him pushed his hand down my back between my underwear and body. He had rapidly inserted a finger in my ass and was now using it to restrained me. Every time I tried to pull away his finger would pull me back as though he had me by a handle. He said, "Boy, I've run into several guys like you. I know what you want. I've seen it in your eyes. You want to be own by the White Man." My eyes grew wide with. "I was led into a side room. She walked across the room and sat downbefore a leather study table. There was no other chair in the room so Iwas obliged to stand before her at the table like a naughty schoolboy. Ifelt like that too. It was, I was to realise, entirely deliberate. Theinquisition started. My school history, my friends, my skills, why Iwanted the job. I answered as well as could, which wasn't very well atall. I found myself beginning to stutter my responses under the stonyface which.