That sexual fulfillment is not being met by their wimpass husbands. The wives that I search for, have aburning desire just under the surface to be for...efullyseduced by a man that can light their unlit desires;their unforeseen fantasies. It is at that point that Ienter their lives and take what belongs to me… theirtender white bodies. After I have seduced the pretty playthings I discardthem. I only seek and enjoy the initial seduction. OnceI have made the white bitches my play toys I. The bathrobe was still open, and I’m sure I would have had a view of her pussy had it not been for the dimness of the lighting in the room. “That would be really nice,” I said with enthusiasm. “Could I bring some wine or something?” “Sure, and if you’re not still using it you could bring along your tool.” She gave me another wink. As I closed the front door behind me I noticed that my shoe lace was undone and I knelt down to tie it. As soon as I did I heard voices inside. Loud, upset voices.. Moreover he'd gottenhooked, fascinated by the intricacies of feminine beauty care. Itwas like an art class, he'd told her, except that artists paint oncanvas and sculpt clay, while beauticians paint on people andsculpt hair. He'd graduated fully licensed in only a year and thenhe'd begun working part time in a salon, delighted to keep up withthe latest in trends and techniques. It was an extraordinary hobbyfor such a man, but it had its attractions.With her husband a hairdresser, everywhere. I met his dad at the front gate, very dark skinned, greying hair, wrinkled face. Afterwards I met his servant who was this 19 year old petite lady with a ponytail, always wearing a blue sari, I'll talk about her sometime is you want to hear that story. So we do what we do, hang out, talk, his son acting as interpreter in between. I notice his wife was nowhere to be seen, I didn't question it with either the dad or his son. The father, this late 50 year old was looking at me, constantly. I can't.