I wanted to see her movements, see a connection between the two of them. So when I heard of this hostel I prejudged thinking there were going to be no...black exhibitionists here. At this point in my sexual journey I wanted to perfect the art of sensuality. So when my friend told me to come see Hot Caramel at this hostel, my curiosity got the better of me. She promised this show would teach me so much more about sensuality. So I paid her the $1000 access and the next day she gave me the password. ‘Were looking at porno’s honey’, she explained and I let him know why. He is aware that I am a gay male, but any dude that has yet to be introduced might be a bit weary of ANY guy looking at porn with his wife when he is not there to oversee the whole scenario. He did not seem to care. Instead he sat by me in a swivel chair and we conversed over the next hour and a half as his wife drifted off to sl**p. When she did not awaken in the next 1/2 hour, I went to excuse myself and stood up walking. There were certain resemblances, of course. But Suzanna had always been a beauty and now, in her early forties she had matured and had the beauty of a model.“Don’t be so anxious to push time,” her mother said. “Enjoy your teenage years. I did!”“I’m surprised a forty-two year old can remember back that far.”“Thirty-nine, thank you very much!”“Mum, how many years have you been thirty-nine now?”“A few and there’s still a good few to go so I’ll thank you not to be so cheeky madam.”“It’s just. He stared at her pierced nipples and then down at her sex. Two small weights dangled by a chain from a ring threaded through her clitoral hood. The air was laden with sex and Joanna's arousal plain to see. She stared at him in dismay, ashamed to be discovered in such a compromising position.George entered behind him. "Now look here..." he protested."Where's Angela?" he asked, calming down slightly."We've not seen her for a few days. She texted us to say she was feeling under the weather. Joanna.