I'd need really good drugs to get any farther from angry right now.” “So selfish,” he said with a grin. “You're happy, sure, but I'm still an...ry as fuck. I mean, I'm furious here.” “Let me up,” I said. “Maybe I can calm your rage.” I expected a complicated untangling, but he just sat up, lifting me right back where I'd started astride his lap. Now that I'm a full-sized grownup I try to remember how much fun it can be to be manhandled by a bigger and stronger person. In the right mood, it's. I love to put on pink dresses as that suits my fair complexion very well. Bachchu sat behind me and loosened my lovely long, black hair and let it fall on the floor in a cascade. He started applying hair oil onto my hair.The whole room got filled up with the sweet fragrance of the hair oil that I use. He praised my long hair and caringly applied oil to my scalp and then put his fingers through the strands of my hair. When he was massaging my scalp, I was trying to imagine how would he massage. Sandy paid them all well, and treated them more as friends than employees. So, they did their best to keep Sandy's house and grounds in top shape.Rick was 25-years-old with dark, closely cropped, hair. He stood about 6'0", had a muscular build, and a deep tan. His solid build and tan were the result many hours of hard work on Sandy's property. He was just the kind of man Sandy fantasized about. Rick was as infatuated with Sandy as she was with him. It was too bad he never had the nerve to ask. This sent Mia way over the edge. She gripped my hair so hard I thought she might pull it out. Her strong thighs squeezed my head as her whole body shook above me. My face was flushed with a torrent of Mia's juices. Mia dismounted, looking down at me with an expression of total contentment. She gave me a quick kiss on my slippery lips, it was the first time she had ever kissed me. We cleaned ourselves, laying naked together for a long while, Mia's head on my shoulder as we enjoyed her post.