I’ve always wanted a woman who was seriously wild. You know, a wanton slut willing and able to do anything and everything to please me in bed. I’m...not overly kinky or perverted, but my wife likes to do it in the dark, missionary style, and she always has some lame excuse when I suggest something to spice up our sex life. I don’t know how many times I’ve heard her say stuff like “Someone might see us,” “I don’t like the taste,” “that’s just gross,” “I’m not flexible enough,” or “Isn’t what we. Emma was always by my side encouraging me.Once the holidays were over, I agreed with Emma that, since we were nearly eighteen, we ask our parents if we can stay at each other’s house overnight. After the New Year and before the start of the new term, I would stop over a few days around Emma’s, or she would stay around mine. We carried on like this; everything seemed OK. I noticed that we started getting closer again. Our lessons were becoming easier as well. It seemed like everything was going. His beady black eyes widen with interest as he looks me over, I don’t know what is going on here but I don’t like it, I would very much like to leave but realize that there is no chance of escape.Chapter two, “Quid prid Quo”Achmed could not believe the good fortune, the little street beggar Jamaal had brought him. His cock which had not stiffened for many months was suddenly pushing urgently against his silk tunic and all because of this beautiful white boy standing before him. For nearly two. It was raining and I was trying to light a cigarette, which didn’t really matter since I don’t normally smoke them. I don’t remember any of that. All I remember is the end. I have spent nearly 30 years of my life working in the health and fitness field. Lord knows it isn’t a highly paid profession, but I got by. I have a few regular customers for my massage practice, and I learned early on to offer what my clients wished, to do otherwise was a sure path to failure. So I have served women all my.