Just as we planned, the masseur caught a bus to our town and called me reaching the bus station. I went there and picked him up. He was in his late tw...enties, about 5′ 8”, dark, some 90 kg and had a pot tummy. He had a boyish face and was wearing a glass. His tummy and extra pounds turned me down. I knew, she too was not going to like him. That was about 9 pm and I took a convoluted route to our place. We both didn’t care much to start a conversation. At my apartment, I asked him to wait at the. Before long, she washed herself from head to toe, covering her pale skin in soap lather, and then rinsing off thoroughly at the end. Just outside of the tub, she towel-dried herself and used another to wrap her hair up. After drying her body, she started brushing her teeth. She spit and rinsed her mouth, then as she stood straight up again, she noticed in the mirror how hard her nipples were. They were fully contracted and standing like pink little berries. She noticed a slight and growing. At this point he announced that the professional was now taking over. Supposedly a black man with a very large cock was now behind me. He started talking" your husband hired me because he loves you with all his heart. You will become a bbc slut when he tells you. And only when he tells you to. And you will only do what he wants you to do otherwise you will be be a very proper white wife. The black man continued to say this over and over. Sometimes he wod slap my ass or pull my hair. He snapped. They passed the blade from brother to brother, sister to sister, heads covered in soapy foam & lips bitten in sincerest regret as the master himself directed the path of the blade, shedding layers of fur in a mere handful of errant strokes, depriving each & every would-be member of that esoteric order of their respective pelts. Tears fell with random locks, wails to highest heaven as the necessary pruning occurred, each & every disciple moving through the appropriate seven stages of grieving.