"Private lap dance?" Jennifer-now Luciana-asked, already knowing the answer.The man turned towards the private room, and the tall beauty followed him.... She gazed at the back of the man she was about to thrill for about five minutes. Not bad. Five minutes for fifty dollars! He was short and stocky, with greasy black hair. Alone in the small dark room, he sat on a comfortable recliner. Jennifer did some sexy movements for him, but he motioned for her to sit on his lap.He looked so familiar! But. I invited her in and she sat down on the chair.Ignoring any pleasantries I said in a rather aggressive tone, "Ashley it seems you have a problem with me."Ashley gave a dramatic over-the-stop sigh.I stood up, walked over to her and said, "It is obvious it is because I am black."Ashley, her face not even attempting to hide her distain for me, said, "Obviously." Why do you hate blacks?" I asked.In a superior tone Ashley said, "Mommy and daddy taught me that the white race has always been superior. I was surprised at the way my little penis would twitch and quiver in my shorts when i was cuddled u with meena didi. Slowly in days that followed she let me hug her while she began fondling my whole body. One day she moved her hands over my shorts and feigned surprise when she felt my hardness. “hey munna, what do u have here? Incidentally she had seen me naked a lot a lot of times before especially when i changed clothes. It’s nothing didi i replied. No you are lying, why is your wee wee. Listen. You’re a nice man, though you try not to show it sometimes. You’re kind, and generally well-meaning when given any sort of choice. You’re good looking, and I have no doubt are very talented in bed. Of course that’s tempting!’ He grinned, arrogance restored, and I laughed, but then my smile faltered a bit. ‘Let’s do a little mental exercise, together, shall we? A game, if you will. I like to call this game ‘what if’. It’s fun to play in many situations. ‘What if the sky were green, not.