She hesitated for a bit and asked, “What kind of ritual is this? I don’t think this is true, wait, I will ask Swathi,” and giggled.I had already... texted Swathi about this. So I knew she would take care. Harini finished the dinner preparation. Then she called Swathi and enquired. Swathi lectured about this for a few minutes, saying it was good as it cleans the genitals.She started giving scientific explanations to her and made Harini believe this was essential. Harini kept saying a lot of ok ok. "I don't know why. I was calling out to her, I was warning her, the words were in my mouth, and then it was there and I just couldn't." Maybe you just froze? Maybe you really did warn her but it was already too late? Everything happened so fast, there's no way to know." No. No, I know what happened. And I'm sure that old spook in the diner had something to do with it too. He scared me into going out there at just the right second and that thing stopped me from intervening. They wanted to be. . Mistress Cindy... please." I was now beyond resisting my degradation; my need of cumming now over rode all my other emotions. Tears began to trickle down my cheeks even as I tried for further stimulation from the young black mistress. Cindy enjoyed teasing me for a few moments, but eventually relented and began to once again stroke my cock. Finally, I began to cum. Try as I might, I was unable to hold the tray steady. The glasses shook and the drinks spilled over the sides and splashed on the. All smiles but no parting hugs, of course.“See you next week?”“Yeah. Sure. I’ll see if I can get somebody else to come over.”Yeah. Whatever.Three weeks went by. Frank stopped replying to my emails—Thank you for fucking me so well again today! Note I did not use the word “loving,” “loving me”—as well as my texts. I called several times; got voicemail, though I never left one. It got to the point where, jealous lover that I was, I thought about driving the eight long miles to his trailer park and.