He replied and said that he wants to meet and make friends with European men and have a casual talk over food and drinks in his home and also wants to... expose his wife to western culture to which I agreed and that same evening I went to his home somewhere in East London called Brick Lane. The whole street was bustling with Asian men and women, I could smell the curry flavors coming out from the restaurants and felt like I was in some Asian country. Anyways, I knock on his door and the door. His great grandfather had migrated from India to S Africa, over a 100 years ago and now were well established doing business of many items. His grandfather was the last man to be married to an Indian woman with ties to India. His father was born in S Africa, raised, studied and married in S Africa. After his parents were divorced, his mother brought him to USA with her. Soon his mother passed away due to the breast cancer and now 100% gay bottom, Qasim was left alone. He did not know many of. " So who ate your sandwich?" I did. It was the best sandwich ever. And the cookie ?" Let me guess ? best cookie ever," Michaela said, teasing the littleboy."Better than that. Way better." Well if you had pizza, soldiers, cookies, and a sandwich then youcouldn't possibly be hungry now," Rachael said."Yes I am," Bobby said. "Lunch was a long time ago." Well, we are nearly at DaSilva's. Maybe I will have enough money tobuy you an apple." Cookies? From that bakery?" An apple. You don't need. That bastard. He laughed some more, not paying any attention to her sexual needs.The call ended. But there was a moment of silence."I'm texting someone," he said to her. "Let's get started, shall we?"Not that she needed to respond. She gave her consent a while ago and he always knew how to push her limits. It was now time to experience something new.Her senses were fully heightened and she heard the sound of his pants unzipping. Her knees were pushed aside so that he could stand directly in.