" "A coke. O.K. You sit down. Theo, take Miss Susie a coke." Susie sat at a booth in the back of the restaurant. The vinyl banquette felt co...ld and sticky on her bare skin. She tried to spread her skirt demurely over her knees. Theo Vastos brought the drink she had ordered. He was Mrs. Vastos's husband. Both of them were in their seventies. The restaurant was mainly run by their sons, but at least part of every day, when business was slow, Mrs. Vastos sat behind the cash register. Whenever I saw her, I used to get all the horny thoughts and would masturbate thinking of her.Ours is a typical Indian family where all the relatives used to gather for family functions. During one of such function, I saw a sex goddess in my maami. She was wearing a transparent hot saree.In a rush to get ready, she had missed closing 2 hooks of her blouse. The transparent saree could not conceal that. When she came to greet me, my eyes fell on that open blouse.Wow!!! What a sight it was. My. There were people about, walking down the sidewalk, just going about their business. No one seemed to be paying her any attention other than the occasional glance. Like yesterday, she was the only black.Looking down, she replied quietly, "A nigger, sir." Hmmm," he smiled, "A nigger, eh? Any special kind of nigger?"Remembering her exchange with Debbie the day before, Shanika had a pretty good idea what the right answer was. But saying it to some stranger while she stood in the street wasn't. Stephen was always up for grappling. Even though he could never best me. I would, occasionally let him 'win'. This turned into a daily event. Stephen always seemed to try hard but I began noticing he would roll onto his back more than I was placing him there into the pinned position. He would put up a 'struggle' which included writhing his legs under me and thrusting his pelvis up, at me. He may have been trying to buck me off, but I could clearly feel his hard-on as he was rubbing himself.