I didn’t reply, but waited. After some time Sudha was ready to come with me. Going down the lift I observed her. She was dressed in a plain red chif...on sari (of my wife) which was fully transparent. As usual, when was wearing sari much below her navel. The blouse was bit tight and neck was wide which gave me full view of her flesh. I immediately noticed that I was getting hard on. But, I drove the car silently but in between speaking to her. I mustered courage and told that in that sari she was. Rex never liked to talk about that sense, so I wouldn't bring it up. Unless we were at eachother and I needed some quick ammo to throw at him."No thanks," I said. "I'm gonna chill." I jumped back on the bed as Rex reached the door."You sure?" he said. "You're not gonna snort some more of that cooking gas, are you?" No way," I said. "I swear." I practically made out that I would, just to encourage him to stay.He grinned. The bastard had guessed my game. He knew me too well."Later," he said, and. ......" Thought so, what a black cock slut you are" and with that, Ikes pushed firmly against your asshole, this time causing it to give slightly and for the first time, you started to take a big black cock in your anus. You nearly screamed with the pain but it relented as you began to get accustomed to the sheer size of it. Soon, Ikes pushed in another two or three inches and already you had more of him than Rich had ever managed and there was still yet more to go. Now you could feel his. ‘What’s the matter, my friend?’ Paul asked. With a crooked smile, Sean held up his hand. The ring finger was swollen to the size of a sausage, jutting crookedly outward. Paul frowned at it. ‘Come inside,’ he said. He led Sean to a table, where the clothes the prince had lent him were piled neatly. He brought out the linen undershirt, and with quick motions tore several small strips from the hem. Motioning Sean closer, he bound Sean’s ring finger to his middle finger with swift, sure knots. .