.“Welcome back, girlie,” grinned Ahmed. Melissa had always been one of his favourites. He fondled her heavy breast... and Melissa instinctively re...coiled. For that she got her breast slapped. Anger flared momentarily in her eyes, then died. What was the use? She was a slave again. She had to submit. Melissa proffered her breast... and got them mauled and squeezed by coal-black hands.“That’s better,” grinned Ahmed. You’d forgotten for a moment, hadn’t you?”“Y-Yes... Master... “whispered Melissa.. It was their first time wanting a third guy so it was a bonus for all of us as we could explore and find out by being on the same page. The date was set for a Tuesday night to meet up at their hotel lobby where the husband would come to receive me and after a small chat we would head up to their room. Not many details were discussed, which was fine with me as it made me less anxious about the entire thing. I had hesitantly exchanged numbers but thought it best as it was quicker than emails. ." After school one day, you asked me if we could go to my house. And so, up in my bedroom, we started kissing and you put my hand on your tit," Roger noted."I said 'I want you to take off my clothes but first i just want you to kiss me and feel my boobs.' That was wonderful, but eventually i put your hands on the buttons of my blouse and said, 'OK' " I should have ripped your clothes off as fast as I could, but I was in a reverent mood I guess, kinda like my first communion. Button by button. ’ ‘Good night, Ingrid. Until tomorrow.’ Ingrid wiped the forming tears from her eyes. He couldn’t say the words, but the heart is almost there. She sat back in the sofa and rested her head on the soft cushion. Her life was changing rapidly and for a change, it was all for the better. She was beginning to remember what true happiness felt like. She had only a brief glimpse of it a few years ago when she first met Max, her ex-husband. Just before ten that evening, Ingrid’s fax machine beeped and.