In one slow thrust shesank as deep as she could, her eyes holding mine in the mirror and shesmiled a look of triumph at me as the full penetration bro...ght a groanfrom my lips. Vanya began a slow, steady rhythm back and forth and Ihad no choice but to watch the girls in the mirror, the feelings Vanyawas causing throughout my body making sure that I identified with thepretty blonde facing me. I began to notice the thrust and wobble of herbreasts inside the shimmering green rubber dress, the sexy. He laughed at my obvious distress and said, "No sweetheart, I want to use that lovely mouth of yours and I just don't trust you not to raise the roof. So we're going to go to my place where we can have some privacy." Ken cut the line joining my wrists to my ankles. Then he set my feet over into the open trunk, stood me up and then forced me to kneel. He then reattached the line from wrists to ankles and added a rope from beneath my knees to behind my neck. It was a very effective ball-tie. My mother nodded, but like any Somali mother, I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist the chance to play matchmaker. Lo and behold, a week after that particular conversation, my mother introduced me to Yasmin Kader, daughter of her good friend Fatima Kader. At first, I was dismissive, because, like all straight people, my mother thinks any random lesbian is a good match for me just because we both sleep with women. That’s why I was dismissive, then I got a good look at Yasmin Kader. Tall and. ‘I’m the best you’re going to have tonight, or any night.’ He stood up, tucked his now flaccid penis away and, after doing up his britches, he swaggered out leaving Vera lying there. She glanced at the grill and was just in time to see a pair of eyes watching her before it went dark, presumably the curtain behind had been replaced. She reached for the little cabinet and fetched a towel that lay there, wiping herself off so as not to mark her kimono. So, that was what it was all about, was it?.