.i begin to sensously dance as i walk. Call it second nature. Music makes anywhere my stage. There are no men with dollar bills here..just me and you.....and i dance for myself..because it frees my spirit.We leave footprints in the sand and those footprints lead to more that take us back to a car and we get inside. No sooner are we inside then the sky opens up and lets forth a downpour of rain. "where do you want to go?" You ask me. Your dark eyes have too much warmth in them..fire that begs to. I would be strict. She would be obedient. "Would you fuck me?" "Yes, of course." Over time she revealed everything to me. She spanked herself with a hairbrush almost every day. (blush) She liked anal play and sometimes used a butt plug. (blush) She would always tell me when she or I said something that made her blush. I made her tell me all her deepest and darkest fantasies, even the ones that shamed her. And I promised her someday we'd make them all come true. "tell me more," she. As my mom was a corporate lady she used to wear sexy transparent sarees with sleeveless blouses and matching undergarments but most of the time she used to wear jeans and top or shorts and tees. Once such a night we both went for our dinner in a dhaba,I was wearing jeans and shirt while my mom was wearing red saree with black sleeveless and backless blouse and pink bra and panty.As we reached there every person was looking at her and playing with their tools.She was looking like a sex. I, we have done nothing to be ashamed of, it is not a sin to love someone and to have that love returned, it is not a sin to express that love in a tangible manner and to have that expression of love returned in like manner.’ ‘If I was not comfortable with what I have done, if I believed that God was not comfortable with what I have done then I would resign as your minister, but that is not the case. Jen, would you come up here please?’ Jen came up and stood beside me at the pulpit. ‘We were.