I say to Shutra, “Please forgive me if I violate any of your cultural protocols through lack of knowledge or understanding. However, this is my coun...try and some of our cultural protocols are different. Ours have legal and moral authority here. Sarai insists I learn about her birth culture so I can better understand her. I agree, and she has a large task in educating me. I look forward to it, with pleasure.”He says, “I understand, but many others from our culture don’t. In the last few days. A perfectly normal level of excitementduring a nice blow job. Not to mention the pleasure of sliding an erect cock into an excited woman anddancing inside her. But the satin was an equal thing. The teasing and sensations of his naked bodydressing and moving in satin clothes, and between satin sheets, was equally, if not more, eroticallyfulfilling. Satin on a woman was like a threesome for him. The satin would seduce him, even if the personinside it happened to be his mother."Well, it's not that. The atmosphere became thick with sexual excitement. Thoughts raced through my mind of the first massage by Pierre. He moved up the side of the table; his thick cock was an inch from my hand. I looked up at his face again as he nodded; it’s as if he knew what I was thinking. His warm smooth hand was sliding up and down between my legs. My clit was getting very sensitive from the slow rubbing. I wanted to feel that slab of meat pulsing at my side. I gave it the extra inch and thrust my hand. ’ Was that all I could think of saying. And with that, Mandy came across the shower and rubbed my leg with one hand and my arm with her other. ‘You don’t need to change the subject,’ she said. ‘It’s fine if you want to look. But why stop there?’ And she kissed me. Not a peck or even a smooch. This was a full-fledged passionate kiss with her whole body. I stood shocked. I didn’t know what to do, but my instincts had already started kissing back, and I realized I was rubbing her shoulder. Her.