But now she was much more interested in exploring this new idea. She had gotten the bra and panty set out several times, letting her fingers slide ove... the soft fabric, or pull and pluck at it. The material was a rich, dark maroon color, and felt as soft as the fur of a kitten. It was made of what she would have called yarn, though it was impossibly thin yarn, compared to what she had seen the old grandmothers working with in Russia. Plus it was woven loosely, which meant it would stretch. Her own panties became damp while watching the African chauffeur make Seremai into a woman. Seremai was made a woman many times over that night. Greta wondered what that enormous black manhood would feel like inside her own pussy. Her own husband was away on business way to often.It was after one of the Saturday morning golf outings at the Lake Naivasha Country Club that Sir Jock informed Douglas about the legendary black ivory dildo that his own Lady Diana loved so dearly."Here," Jock. Carol said “Paul, I’d like you to meet Trish. Trish, Paul. Trish is the manager at the clinic we went to the other day. We became friends while I was studying nursing, and we’ve kept in touch ever since.”“Hi” I said to her as I reached out my hand to her in greeting, but then I noticed that her attention wasn’t on me, but rather on Anita.Trish walked over to where Anita was standing in the kitchen, and said to her “Anita - are you OK? Are they holding you against your will? Are you hurt? Do you. She held her own hair and spoke softly.Kaamna: oh dear, what was I missing! Fuck me, Chandu, I want to taste real cock.I circled her tits with the tip of my meaty cock and rubbed it into her sexy hair. Then I let her suck it for a brief minute before she looked up at me greedily. She crooned in her sexiest voice:Kaamna: Slap me like a bitch, tell me I’m a little whoreI smiled because she wanted everything a man could offer in bed. I followed her command and bitch-slapped her mouth softly, on.