How did it get under my dress?”“I told you, sleight of hand and it’s true. Check, it’s there again, well, the other leg, I couldn’t reach th... left thigh.”I leapt to my feet, turned my back to her and lifted the skirt of my knee length, black, sparkly dress. Sure enough, there was the square, livid red against my thigh, held by my suspender belt to the skin. I turned, ridiculously still holding the skirt up. “How?” I was almost crying with frustration.“If I show you, you have to promise to keep. “What is it then?” she asked, rolling onto her back & doing the same “I allow you a safe place to be free.” I responded She smiled and quipped “what are you, a park?” I laughed and said “No silly. Unlike your boyfriend Jay, you know I offer you a safe place to let you explore the sexual part of your mind.” Her silence communicated that he was right. Mike Roberts was Grand-Fucking-Daddy age, but just as he said, she totally free to let herself go. Hence the anal. Anna-Brooks was tired,. At about 3 am we all left the bar and headed back to our rooms as we had a full days activities ahead including clay pigeon shooting. But before we left she asked if there was anything we wanted to do before we traveled back home, I just replied that we wanted to see her tits.To our surprise she replied come in tomorrow night after you've been clubbing and I will set you a task the winner will get to see my tits, how does that sound.??Well the following day most of us made the clay pigeon shoot. He'd had this sort of encounter before, knew what was coming."She is my wife, and that is our son," he answered, hoping the regularity of the status would discourage his accoster.The man spat down, narrowly missing Igwanda's shoes. "She spread 'em for every nigger?" he demanded with a sneer.Igwanda started to turn away, but the hand on his shoulder tightened. "I asked you a question, boy," the man growled.Deliberately Igwanda stared directly into the man's eyes. "Do not press this further," he.