It is a perfect situation. He has shared all of his kinks with me and on the rare occasions his wife is out of town at night I have cross dressed for ...him and we have had more time where he has fucked me. We have played out a few other things that have been lurking in the deep recesses of his sexual imagination and he appreciates my playing along and not being freaked out if he comes in with something new. That close connection could develop in to a power and control situation in many. One of the things that held the conversation was he knew several of my Embassy employees in Brasilia. He was a frequent visitor there.“The property you have near Polokwane - what are you going to do with it?” I asked.“Nothing. It is worthless for our mining business; every square mile had been tested for minerals and any deposits that would make us money. There is nothing there but rock and dirt,” he replied.“Not even rare earth minerals? I thought Africa was the hot spot for them,” I. I love the look of them and also the feel of them too. I love to wear them but had never gone anywhere in them until this time. I put them on under my jeans and went out to town to have a look around. They felt great as I walked to a couple of different pubs and admired some fine women in there micro skirts and sheer tights. I needed a piss between pubs and walked in to the public gents where there were two blokes at the urinals with a spare one in between them. It was a bit cramped so I sort. I wasn’t into the games she played. Crystal had a knack for collecting scalps, and I hadn’t intended to be one of them.I knew that smart blokes seemed to attract her for some reason. She didn’t always go for the best looking men, either. One of my mates who had chased her for three months said she spent more time picking his brain and teasing him than she had screwing him.He’d said that one weekend with Crystal was enough to blow a blokes brain. He’d been pissed off that one weekend was all he.