But his cousin was a brilliant woman. She used intrigue to prove the disloyalty of both Italians. Franz gave less opulent gifts, but still made his wa... to see Nicolo often and Domenico on occasion.Tonight, was a state visit with the Emissary from the Mossi Empire’s Kingdom of Yatenga.Franz had twice the amount of Domenico’s opium delivered to him the night before along with an amethyst-and-diamond parure. He visited the apartment and fucked Domenico like the brothel whore he was. Domenico loved. I had just declared myself a cocksucker.Panicking, I tried to reason him."But first you´ll swear you won´t tell..."Scotty interrupted me again."Dude, don´t tell me what to do. But I´ll keep your secret as long as youmake me happy. I´ll show you what I want. Got it?" Yes, Scotty." Good. Now, I haven´t got all day," he said. Then he stripped off histank-top and threw it on the floor, revealing his tanned, V-shaped upperbody and tight sixpack. His torso was almost hairless, only a dark lovetrail. So it’s been ages since I posted an actual indian sex story. So I’ve had 3-4 encounters since my last story and here is one of the experiences. I don’t post fake stories, that’s why the delay in posting.So this happened in September 2017.So as you all know, I’m an actor/model and I’ve tasted women of my age and they don’t interest me. I’m into mature women who are divorced or married, nice and curvy. So I was swiping on tinder one day and I found this really attractive woman in her 40’s, her. My mind was racing and something in the back of it was telling me to go finish the story."Finish it?" I thought. I didn't think I had even started it. Both times I had tried I had drifted off and re-emerged to find that hours had passed.What the hell was happening here?I decided that stress was part of it. What with Trisha leaving, not picking up her things and the job situation, I hadn't been sleeping well and today, my body and mind may just have said "enough!" and I had fallen asleep. Oh.