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Lisa and Mary had planned this for awhile. They had gotten Eric, Lisa’s husband to agree not to come to this play date. He had a tendency to take over any session he was involved in. It was pretty fun most of the time but not what the women wanted this time. Eric had agreed and then come anyway. Mary had been quite ticked. She had been going to cancel the date until Lisa came up with an alternative solution and whispered it in Mary‘s ear. Mary smiled. “Eric, if you agree to be tied up in a chair next to the bed for the entire date and just watch, you can stay.” Mary’s green eyes lightened a little, Eric tied up and frustrated would be amusing. Eric nodded, “you don’t even have to tie me up. I will stay in the chair the entire time.” “You couldn’t help yourself you horn dog. You would be out of that chair in zero flat at the first sign of an orgasm. Eric, it's tied up or we go home” Lisa said, a little irritated. She could tell, he had no intention of staying in the chair. Lisa, athletic, tall and blond, knew her husband too well. Seeing the looks on the girl's faces, Eric gave up. “Fine, tie me up.” Mary got some rope and duct tape from the garage. The two of them made sure Eric was tied good and tight. He struggled a little, shocked, when they put the gag in. They stood back and admired their handy work. “And just for being a butt head, Eric, this one is for you.” Mary turned on some music, something hard and loud with a nice beat. She began doing a lap dance around Eric and his chair. At one point she slid her pussy along his left arm leaving a nice wet little trail. Lisa was laying on the bed watching and getting turned on despite the frustrated expression on her husband's face. Mary’s large breasts massaged Eric’s face, lap and chest as she danced. She sat on his lap and rubbed him with her bottom. She ran her fingers enticingly over her pink nipples, large breasts, soft white skin and down over her shaved pussy. She teased him mercilessly, bending over to show him her sweet wet pussy as she rubbed it. “Ok Mary, enough of that. You are here for me not him, remember?” Lisa demanded. Mary immediately ran over to the bed and knelt beside it. “Sorry Mistress, I got carried away” she said with her head bowed and her hands behind her back. Lisa smiled with satisfaction. “Alright, get on the bed, assume the position.” Mary scrambled up next to her and got on her hands and knees. Eric’s eyes about popped out. This was not like any scene they had ever played before. His hot blond, tall, athletic wife was still dressed in high heels, a red mini skirt and a tight black tee shirt that read “wild ass woman. Mary had stripped everything off in her strip tease. The fully dressed dominating wife with the naked girlfriend was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Lisa admired the view Mary provided. Her large breasts hung beneath her, swaying slightly. Her long curly red hair covered her face as she carefully did not meet Lisa’s eyes and starred down at the bed. Her milky white skin, round butt and naked pussy were quite a turn-on. “Did you prepare everything as I told you too Mary?” Lisa asked, running her hands over Mary’s back and bottom. “Yes mistress,” Mary reached under the pillow and pulled out a rolled up towel. She unrolled it in front of her and Lisa looked it over. On it where many things, but Eric couldn’t see them from where he sat. Lisa continued to caress her; stroking her breast, pinching her nipples, pulling her hair, pulling at her pussy lips and even making Mary suck her fingers. Mary made no protest. Lisa’s wet fingers foraged their way into Mary’s wet pussy, first one finger fucked her. Then after a few strokes a second finger joined in. Mary groaned a little when the third finger began to force its way in. “So tight.” Lisa commented but didn’t stop fingering her. Mary was thrusting back against Lisa’s hand. But Mary was close to cumming and that was not what Lisa had in mind. She pulled out and smacked Mary’s ass briskly. “None of that now,” Lisa warned her. Lisa enjoyed the feeling so much she spanked Mary again and a few more times after that. Mary was flushed and moaning when she stopped. She did not appear to be unhappy with anything Lisa had done. Lisa reached for something on the towel and out came a large dildo. “Did you clean up and lubricate as I told you?” Lisa paused. “Yes mistress, I did an enema this morning and lubed myself for you.” Lisa without further ado began to work the large thick dildo up Mary’s ass. Mary grunted with the effort to relax enough to get it in. “Mary, how does this big cock feel in your ass?” she asked. “It is bigger that anything I have ever had there mistress, it feels good and hurts a little too.” Lisa smiled, “lay flat and hold your cheeks apart for me.” Mary was immediately down and in position. Now Lisa really began to work the last few inches in. Once it was in she immediately withdrew it and then thrust it back quickly. Lisa worked her with it hard now. She gave her no time to adjust and Mary’s body slid forward at little with the force of the thrusts. Groaning and moaning constantly, Mary held her cheeks open for the harsh ass fucking. “Good girl, now put your hands on the headboard and hold still.” Lisa fucked her butt relentlessly. She enjoyed the sight of Mary’s pretty butt, still pink with the spanking, filled over and over by her cock. She liked thinking of it as her cock and Mary as her pretty little slave, to do with as she wanted. She removed the cock and slide in a wide butt plug with a long horse tail on the end. Lisa knelt back and enjoyed the look of it and the rather frantic panting Mary was doing. “Turn over and spread your legs.” Mary did so quickly. Lisa pulled out some rope and tied Mary to the bed. Mary struggled a little and Lisa smacked her pussy. “Calm down.” Mary laid back and watched as Lisa tied her hands to the headboard of the bed. Lisa slid off the bed and began taking off her clothes, sliding them off slowly and letting Mary watch avidly. Lisa got back on the bed with Mary and slid her pussy down over Mary’s face as she got into a 69 position. “You better do a really good job licking my pussy Mary or your little butt will be red later not that pretty pink. Do you understand me?” Lisa demanded. “Yes Mistress.” Mary replied and began to lick and suck Lisa’s very wet excited pussy. Lisa loved Mary’s wide flat tongue licking every inch of her, tongue fucking her and sucking at her clit. Mary’s body was tense with the effort she was expending to make Lisa happy. Lisa was cumming in moments but she made Mary keep eating her into more orgasms. Lisa’s juice covered Mary’s face. Eric could see Mary was smiling but Lisa couldn’t. She was busy with Mary’s helpless body. Lisa was pinching her slaves nipples and she was spanking her open pussy. Mary’s body jumped and writhed on the bed. Lisa smacked her inner thighs and paused every few moments to test her wet pussy by thrusting her fingers deeply inside. Finally Lisa was cumming so hard that all she could do was grind her pussy into Mary’s face and moan. Lisa’s legs shook from the aftermath and she smiled down at Mary. “What a good slave you are.” She untied her and had her lay over an ottoman in front of her husband's chair so he would have a good view and put on the last of the toys Mary had laid out, a harness and dildo set. Eric struggled in the chair as he watched his beautiful wife grab the horse hair handle of the butt plug in Mary’s ass. Holding her by still by the plug in her ass, Lisa slid the dildo she wore into Mary’s franticly pulsing pussy. Mary was so wet it slid in with very little effort. Her pretty pussy clutched at the dildo as she cried out, “Thank you mistress.” Lisa smiled and smacked Mary’s butt cheek as she withdrew slightly and then thrust again. If anything the smack on her ass made Mary wetter, judging from the ease Lisa had been fucking her. Lisa began working the dildo a little faster. She smacked her butt, first one cheek then another. “Tell me how that feels Mary,” she said panting. “Oh, mistress, it feels so good to have you fuck me. Please mistress, fuck me harder, spank my butt. I want you too use my pussy harder mistress.” Mary was panting and moaning as she came. Lisa held hard to her pony's little tail and rode her into a few more orgasms.

Derrick bends her over the counter, Jade leans over eagerly. “So, my pretty little slave, what do you think you did to deserve a spanking today?” Derrick asked. Jade wiggled enticingly. “Master, I did all my household chores and didn’t masturbate, just like you ordered.” Derrick continued to just hold her down over the kitchen counter. “That was what I ordered you to do, you have to do better than that to get a spanking. Jade moaned. “I made your favorite dinner, it is in the oven. Please Master, I have been so good. I deserve a good spanking. Please punish me.” Jade begged, pushing her bottom toward him. “I have been naked all day. I read the dirty stories you left me. I didn’t touch my clit once.” “That must have been hard,” said Derrick thoughtfully. “Very hard Sir.” “Did you like any of the stories?” “Yes Sir.” “Which ones?” Jade she moans, but she doesn’t answer. Derrick smiles, he knows how hard it is for Jade to express her wants. “Tell me.” Jade lays her head on the counter in defeat. “Yes, sir. It was the one where she pretends she doesn’t want to be fucked in the ass and he makes her submit.” “How does he make her submit?” Derrick asked. “He spanks her and plays with her ass and pussy and won’t let her come till she begs for his cock in her ass.” “You know Jade, that sounds a bit like you. You never admit to liking anal sex, do you?” Jade moaned and squirmed a little. Derrick pulled the leather paddle out of his back pocket. Jade saw it, the words “Mine” were cut out of the leather. Derrick laid it against her ass gently. “Tell me what you liked about it.” Jade panted a little in anticipation. “I liked the spanking.” “Good girl,” Derrick smack her ass firmly three times and stopped. At each smack Jade had cried out, “Thank you Sir”. But her disappointment at his stopping was obvious. Derrick kissed one cheek, “And? You know what I want to hear, I will continue to spank you only if you confess all the things you liked about the story.” Jade bit her lip and nodded, “I liked when she was bad and knew she was getting a spanking….” Derrick paddled Jade’s ass slowly but firmly. Each smack of the paddle pushed her into the counter top. “I liked when she squealed and complained when the man put his finger on her hole, knowing he would spank harder and force his finger into her ass.” Jade was flushed now as Derrick spanked her quickly. “I liked when he made her get the box full of toys for her punishment. Then she had to kneel on the bed to be prepared for his use of her. And for every protest and complaint the man spanked her very hard with his hands. Derrick watched Jade with her eyes closed reciting the fantasy…she would not admit to liking some things until she was forced to. Derrick spanked her continually now as the confession continued. “I liked how he lubed her butt and he spanked her. Then he started putting a finger in and she called him a bad name, knowing that he would continue spanking her and finger fucking her asshole.” Jade’s bottom had grown bright pink and she panted as she continued describing the story. “The man let his finger pop out each time and make her start over taking it back into her ass. He finally fucked her with two fingers and he stopped spanking her to play with the woman’s pussy. Every time she was about to come he would stop and spank her more. She started begging for an orgasm.” Jade stopped, breathing hard and gasping as Derrick worked two slick fingers into her tight ass hole. Jade moaned and thrust back on his fingers. “Then what Jade?” “The man took his fingers out and forced a butt plug in while she pretended to struggle and call him names. He started using his belt on her ass. Every so often he would bring her almost to orgasm then stop. Finally she begged him to cum in her ass.” Jade was close to orgasm herself, as Derrick worked his stiff penis into her very wet pussy. With every thrust he began working a string of anal beads into her ass. The moment Jade began to orgasm, Derrick pulled hard on the string of beads and slid his cock out of her pussy and into her pulsing ass hole. He stroking his hand over all the welts on her red behind that read, ‘Mine’. “What a good girl,” Derrick said as he came deep in Jade’s ass . 　

After I stopped drinking, the bars and that bar scene just lost the attraction that used to afford me. Now I was still young and needed a social outlet. So as a replacement I started going to those trendy coffee shops. Mostly just to read and drink coffee, which was my new addiction, but also to watch the ladies. One of my favorite places to go was the Café Moon. Café Moon was the epitome of some non drinkers’ meat rack. Every evening after 5pm, the place would be jammed with secretaries, business men and woman of all ages and status. Making contacts and socializing, like one would in some smoky, wall street martini bar. An upward mobile place that attracted the usual business crowd with a craving for caffeine and sex. My normal routine was to go to the Moon, grab a table and just read my paper and girl watch, until about eight or nine p.m. That’s when most everyone normally went home anyway. While sitting there one night, enjoying a cup of the house blend, my favorite choice of swill at the moon. Inadvertently over heard a group of what appeared to be five or six secretaries talking up a storm. At first they would be whispering. A whisper that was barely audible. This was then followed immediately by shrieks of loud laughter and shy giggles, coming from their table. This only made me more curious and self -conscious. One immediately thinks when a people whisper they are talking about you. I listened more intently. Craning my neck and mentally tuning up my ears, I focused harder and began to get the drift of the conversation. It seems these nice young professional women were comparing their favorite sexual fantasies. This was like being a fly on the wall, I found myself privy to a whole world of esoteric knowledge that few men get to experience. Now most of their fantasies were typical and run of the mill, still I loved hearing them. These nasty young ladies wanted two men at the same time. They wanted two women at the same time. One even wanted to fuck her husband’s boss. Each time one lady spoke, the next one would try to top her fantasy. Kinkier and kinkier, from sex on top of parked cars to blow jobs under tables at the fanciest restaurants in town. On and on they went, all but one that is, the quiet one who sat with her back to me. Her friend noticed she was not contributing and began to chide her into coming clean. “Come on Vickie we know you’ve, got a good one, now tell us it.” Vickie must have had some reputation, from her friends reaction to her silence this made her sound like she was the queen of kink. All of the ladies wanted to know what Vickie had to say. Suddenly Vickie spoke,” I want to be forced!” “What?!” said some of her friends in utter disbelief. As I spit my coffee onto the sport section. Vickie repeated herself “I want to be forced.” Vickie went on to explain, “I want some strange guy I just met or hardly know to tie me up and make me his sex slave.” One young lady roared “that’s rape and that’s sick.” Vickie defended her self, “Rape is violent I said nothing about violence. Ok maybe a little smack on the ass and a pinch of the nipple but, . . . What I truly want, is to be ravaged by someone. Somebody that I don’t have to pretend with. Pretend that I don’t like it. Just like we all do with guys we dated and our husbands.” I could not believe what I was hearing. This sweet little voice with a face I could not see was most defiantly my kind of lady. I needed to see what she looked like. All my mind could see was, some woman with tits that came bulging out of a blouse that was way too tight, wearing some cheap skirt way too short. Some really tasteless bitch with way too much makeup. Slowly I tried to move without being noticed. It would be so embarrassing to be caught eavesdropping on their conversations. I got up and took my paper and ordered another cup of coffee. On my way back to my new seat I saw her. Much to my pleasant surprise, she didn’t look anything like what my mind predicted she’d look like. From my new seat I could look right at her, she sat at the very edge of the booth so I got to check her out from head to toe. Vickie looked like a little Irish waif. With her long red mane, which I’m sure many women would have killed to have. She had petite tits that push hard against her tight tee shirt, I could see her pink nipples and the shape and size of her areola. Vickie’s’ legs were long and shapely. Which she accented with a pair of those fuck-me heels, that I do love so much. Shiny patent leather ones, with a tight ankle strap and at least five inches of heel. Don’t get me wrong Vickie was hot; I’d even say she was dam near-perfect. She was sexy and innocent all at the same time. If I were to cast her to a porn flick, it would have to be “Irish Catholic school girls in trouble”. I was staring once again, and if I wasn’t careful I was going to get caught. Vickie went on telling her friends how she would be abducted and her abductor would bind and gag her. Making her, his helpless prisoner. Not realizing it but I was staring right at Vickie, her porcelain skin those piercing blue eyes and that sweet angelic voice. All of which had me hypnotized. Vickie looked up and caught me. I must have been sitting there with my mouth open engrossed in her tale. Surprisingly Vickie gave me a wink and smiled. I turned every color of red, I was so humiliated. Allowing myself a few moments for my rock hard erection to subside. Rising from my table and in an effort to save face, casually I walked over to their table and told all of the ladies that I hoped all their fantasies would come true. Then looking directly into Vickie’s’ sharp blue eyes, and I said, especially yours. Then I smiled turned and walked out as all the ladies turned as red as I had, just minutes before. Weeks had past and I had seen Vickie on and off at the moon. We always gave each other a flirtatious smile or an approving nod. Just letting the other know it was ok to look and flirt. At some point I made a conscience decision, to make Vickie’s fantasy come true. It was probably made the night, I first heard it. In some way it was also fulfilling a fantasy of my own. But how was I to do this and not be mistaken as a rapist. What if she didn’t mean what she said? There must be a way to test the waters, before I committed myself. Once I crossed the line there would be no turning back , she would love either it or I would be going to jail. One evening while milling around at the Moon, I tried giving Vickie a test. In a flirtatious way I struck up a short conversation, while we were ordering coffee at the counter. “Hi there” I told her, as we waited for the counter girl to take our order. Vickie replied in kind “Hi you’ve become quite the regular haven’t you.” Quickly I seized the opportunity and replied. “Well how else could I fulfill your fantasy.” Vickie stepped back. “Oh God you remember that.” I could see she was kind of embarrassed. "Yes and I especially remember yours.” Vickie was quick, and with an inviting smile. She said just what I needed to hear too. “Then we should not talk any longer so you can remain a stranger. Because only a stranger can make my fantasy come true.” With that she smiled and walked away. I felt heat rush through my body. The heat of arousal flushed over every inch of me. My ears grew unexplainably hot. God I was just basically given permission to make both our dreams come true. Weeks went by Vickie continued her cock teasing and inviting innuendo. Little did she realize all this time I was preparing my trap, and an evening of total lust. The anticipation drove me for weeks as I set up my basement like some sex club dungeon. Purchasing one of those love swings, the one with hand and ankle supports as well as two padded body supports. Vickie would literally be suspended in the air once she was tied into the swing. This was only the beginning of what I had done to prepare. Over the past few weeks I must have hit every sex shop in the metropolitan area. Like some wandering degenerate searching for the perfect sex toy. Walking in looking around. Always looking over my shoulders. Working up the nerve to make the most simple of purchases. The owners and cashiers of these shops must have thought of me as some kind of freak. All the time I was praying I didn’t see anyone that I knew, while in the stores. God forbid anyone would see me with a package as I’d leave in a rush, hurrying down the street to my car. That I never parked in front fearing someone would recognize it. Now it was not like I had never been to those places, it was just I felt so guilty for being so turned on by what I was planning. Some of my most embarrassing purchases consisted of things like vibrating nipple clips, ball gags, and dildos. The worst however was the butt plug and lube. Clearly that was the hardest thing to buy. It always felt like the whole place was watching every purchase. Never will I forget the look on that cashiers face. That poor old lady, what she must have thought of me. I know she thought it was for self use, oh my god! I wanted so to explain every purchase, but I knew this would only be more humiliating. Fantasizing about how I would use each and every item on Vickie was the only thing that gave me the strength. The strength I needed to make it passed the cashier and out of the store. The basement was all cleaned and readied, with dim lights and scented candles. I had the sex swing set up in the center of the room. The track lighting was connected to a dimmer, and the spots were focused on the swing so it would illuminate Vickie’s hot porcelain body Nearby was a table positioned just right, so the inventory of new sex toys would be at my disposal. Now I wasn’t fooling my self, thinking I would be able to use all of those sex toys. But I would sure as hell try to use as many as I could. My main concern was that Vickie is to have the best sex of her life. I had to make certain, that she would, get the best fuck of her life. Toys were just one way I would assure her complete satisfaction. Prolonging myself had always been one of my best abilities. However a doctor friend of mine had invested heavily in some drug company, and he received some samples of Viagra. He was handing it out like it was candy, and gave me some samples one night. Now I was definitely, going to be the perfect sex toy. My van was set-up just so. If someone got into the back, the door couldn’t be opened from the inside. The trick was to get Vickie into the van. Luck once again was on my side. Vickie and I were both at the café late one night. She had parked right across the street from my van. When we both left, we nodded to each other and ran to our cars. It was poring out, and I got soaked just crossing the street. It was one of the summer rain storms that seemed as if they would never end. Lightening cracked the sky and thunder roared before each flash. The air had that dusty smell summer rains always have. Through the foggy windows of the van I saw my opportunity. Vickie had popped the hood of her car and got back out. Quickly I made my U-turn so I would be the first to offer her some much needed help. After all this was some sexy young woman wearing high heels, a leather skirt and a light Mellon colored tee shirt, standing by her disabled car in the rain. This was a scene from a porn flick I thought. What guy I his right mind wouldn’t stop to help? Vickie was getting soaked and her tee shirt was now practically see-through. As I pulled up she was bent over the front of the car. Bent over so far I could see she wore no panties. Vickie fumbled around in an attempt at fixing her car. I positioned the van so that the side door was even with the front of her car. “Hi stranger need help?” Vickie smiled. “Yes this dam car won’t start.” I pretended to look around the engine checking the battery and the belts and such. As soon as I thought that it looked like I tried my best I said. “Sorry I don’t think I can fix it in this rain. You want a ride?” Vickie replied.” I don’t really know you but ok.” And then she smiled wickedly. Opening the side door and let her into the van, slamming it quickly behind her. Vickie quickly realized that there was no way out of the van as I jumped in the front. “Shit!” Vickie said. “Please don’t hurt me!” To calm Vickie down, and realizing how scarred she must have been. I told her that this was her fantasy and it was not to be violent. “Maybe a spank of the ass or a pinch of the nipple.” Using her words in an attempt to ease her mind. “But no violence.” Vickie grew quiet after that she said nothing, though the drive was short. Had to have been about nine-thirty when we got to my house. Pulling the van around the back so we could use the back entrance to my basement. Making sure I carefully parked with the vans sliding door in front of the basement door. This way no one would even see Vickie come out, and she would know that nobody knew where she was. She would be truly at my mercy. Before we got out of the van I ate the Viagra and told Vickie she was to do as I said. Vickie submissively nodded in agreement. Opening the side door to the van I fully expected Vickie to try and bolt free or attempt some kind of escape. Much to my surprise Vickie didn’t even try. As a matter of fact she requested my permission to leave the van. In what I believe was a sweet attempt at being so submissive. She was playing right along with me; this was to be one hell of a night. Forcefully I pulled Vickie down the narrow basement stairs. As I turned the lights on it illuminated both the sex swing and the table of sex toy and lubricants that awaited her. Vickie gasped! I pulled Vickie over to the swing and just tied her hand to the wrist support of the sex swing. Vickie’s tee shirt was still soaked from the rain. Through the wet fabric I could just make out her erect nipple; pushing the cold damp shirt away from her with my teeth I tore a small notch at the center of the v-neck tee shirt. Grabbing the tee shirt by the top of her collar with both hands, I ripped the tee shirt open exposing, Vickie’s pink nipple and petit little tits. With my pocket knife I cut the rest of her wet tee shirt off. Vickie once again asked that I not hurt her, to which all I did was hold my fingers to my lips and told her “SHHHH”. Softly and slowly I massaged Vickie’s tits. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned in a whisper “Yes.” My massage increased in its vigor as Vickie became lost in each slow caress. My hands made love to her small sexy tits as my fingers teased around her pert nipples. Vickie’s moans became louder and more uninhibited, with each pinch of her nipples. Working my way with one hand down Vickie’s soft sleek silky belly down to the top of her leather skirt. Although at the same time with my other hand, fondled her left and more sensitive tit. Undoing the snap and zipper to her skirt. Vickie without any prodding or hesitation closed her legs allowing the skirt to fall to the floor. Immediately after her damp skirt hit her ankles, Vickie stepped out of it, and spread her legs wide once again. She was so obviously anxious. Consumed by the moment, she needed to be naked. Stepping behind Vickie I continued to cup and massage her aroused little tits. Tenderly squeezing her nipples, not in a painful way only to the point of erotic pleasure .Now however I also lightly kissed and nibbled her neck from behind. I could see the little hairs on Vickie’s’ arms standing on end. Once again I slowly slid my hand down her belly, but this time all the way to her well groomed fiery haired pussy. She was a natural red head for sure. Vickie lunged forward; her pussy was aching to be touched. Sliding my hand between her legs. I could feel how moist her pussy already was. At this point I could have taken my fingers and drove them all the way home into her wanton wet pussy. I wanted to drive her crazy, to make her wait just a little longer before feeling anything fill her juicy hole. Lightly the palm of my hand rubbed the outer lips of her pussy. With each stroke I pulled my hand back so the tips of my fingers could brush by her clit. Vickie pushed herself up on the toes of her heels in an attempt to grind her pussy harder into my hand and fingers. This I allowed her to do, I would be able to gauge just firmly to push on her button by how hard she thrust her pussy into my hands. Moving around in front of Vickie I knelt down on the floor. Now with a better angle I was ready to play some more. Using my finger tips like little tongues, I teased and spread Vickie’s lips open. Vickie was so wet and so open I couldn’t resist slowly inserting one finger just halfway. Pushing my finger in slowly, Vickie moaned with approval, she loved and needed something in her pussy. Deeper and deeper in at a gradually pace. Faster and faster my one finger fucked her. Her whole body began to shake as if she were about to have an orgasm. “No not yet.” I told her pulling my finger from her now sloppy pussy. Just once I spanked her swollen hole to calm her down. All Vickie could say was, “fuck!” This was the time for me to get some things ready. Quickly I undressed, slipping into a pair of latex crotchless boxers. Using a microwave I heated some baby oil up, until it was just slightly hot to the touch. Laying Vickie back into the sex swing, adjusting all the supports so she would be securely restrained and suspended in mid air, Vickie giggled and mumbled something about the fact that this was going to be great. I smiled and finished my preparations for the rest of her fantasy. I now blind folded Vickie and placed the ball gag into her mouth all I would hear now were her moans and sighs. What a picture Vickie made lying suspended in that swing. Her legs spread wide open and her wrists and ankles bound to the swing. Stepping between her legs with the hot baby oil in hand, Vickie quickly adapted to being blind folded, she felt my presence and lifted her hips. This was her attempted at showing me how willing and open her pussy could be. She was so wide open even as air passed from between her wet lips, her pussy just sucked more back into itself. By now, the viagra had kicked in and my cock was as hard as a rock and it bounced up and down as I with every movement I made. As I moved in to reach for her tits my cock rubbed and bumped into her clit. So tempted I was to just ram my cock deep inside. But I wanted to explode my wad all over her face and I was determined to build up a huge money shot. As I dribbled hot baby oil on Vickie’s tits, my throbbing cock slapped and poked at her still moist pussy. The hot oil had the same effect as dripping hot wax on her tits and acted as a lubricant at the same time. The lubricant allowed me to continue my erotic massage. This time with a some what new twist. Dribbling hot oil and then massaging the oil into Vickie’s aroused nipples with the fingers on one hand and massaging some more hot oil into her clit with the fingers of the other. Vickie was once again thrusting her hip and grinding her way up into my fingers. Vickie’s body was squirming in the swing muted moans came from behind the ball gag she need to have something in her cunt now. Using only one finger for now, I started once again to slow fuck Vickie’s cunt. Vickie’s hip move into my finger as guttural sighs came from her throat. She pumped her wanton pussy faster than I would allow my fingers to fuck her. Arching her back in an effort to get more of my hand stuffed to that box. Obviously this made her so crazed; I inserted another finger in an effect to ease her desperation. This still did not quell her need so I added another and fucked her with three fingers gradually faster and deeper like I had done before. Vickie was so in need of an orgasm. She was breathing so hard and fast that, I mercifully reached up and removed the ball gag from her mouth. “FUCK ME!” She screamed “PLEASE FUCK ME!” I stopped fingering her. Slowly withdrawing my finger from her now frothy pussy, I reach for a nice eight inch jelly dildo. Furiously lubing it up as fast as I could, so my slave would not lose the mood that I worked her up to. Patiently I inserted this thick pliable latex cock, little by little until Vickie’s cunt sucked the entire length leaving me just enough to hold as I fucked her and licked her clit. Vickie squirmed and screamed approving of everything I was doing Even when I stopped briefly leaving the dildo shoved deep inside her leaky cunt she expressed her approval. Vickie squeezed that dildo with her pussy and held it while I got some new toys I reach over to the table and grabbed the clips and clamps. There was set for her nipples, those were the clips. And the set for her clit, that was the clamps. They were adjustable clips that would pinch only as hard as I set them for. It took just a little patience and some feed back from Vickie, but I got them just right. She especially like the clit clamp that made her clit protrude forward, and become more sensitive to the licking I gave it. Fucked her a little more with the dildo but this time I knelt down and ate her asshole. I stuck three fingers up her well oiled ass with no problem or complaint from Vickie. The only sounds she made were her exquisite moans. Moans from her next building orgasm. An orgasm I would not let her have yet. Pulling my fingers slowly from the ass of my willing slave I again went for another toy. This time however it was a butt plug, short and fat. Pouring the remaining baby oil on her pussy and rubbing it in between the cheeks of her ass with the butt plug and my hands. Making certain that her ass was well lubed. Gently I pushed the butt plug up Vickie’s ass. She cried out that it was so big, but she pushed back on it and it slipped in nicely. In and out I worked that plug reaming her ass over and over. One more time I grabbed the dildo in her pussy and I fucked both her holes hard and fast while she came all over her toys. Vickie’s body shook and contorted with such powerful orgasms. She was so multi-orgasmic and insatiable; she screamed her approval of my actions over and over. With a slow steady hand I removed the butt plug during her climax which just served to intensify it more. As I pull the dildo from her pussy, I was taken back because. Vickie was capable of ejaculating. She was a gusher girl! I loved it. I untied Vickie and flipped her over on her belly. She lied there hanging on to the swing spread eagle as I started to fuck her in a standing doggie style. Vickie was quick to reach yet another orgasm. I withdrew my cock from her cunt, and walked to the front of her. Vickie knew just what to do; she took my throbbing cock in her mouth. Sucking me all the way in until she gagged. Vickie’s eyes teared as I force fucked her face. Not once did she try to stop me with her now free hands. She just sucked me as I pumped away. My balls ached and I needed to blow a load, or I felt they might just explode. My hips flew back and forth. My balls hit up under Vickie’s chin. Now I was about to cum. Pulling my cock from Vickie’s mouth I blasted all over her face. Hot clumps of cum dripped down and off Vickie’s nose and chin. Vickie grabbed my cock and sucked every drop out. For a while Vickie and I said nothing. I don’t think either of us had the strength to talk. Fifteen minutes later I introduced myself. Vickie broke her silence by saying “oh my god that was the greatest sex I’ve ever had.” Vickie then look down at my cock and seen it was once again hard. Looking up at me and all I said to her was “Viagra.” All Vickie could reply with was, “Great more.” Vickie and I fucked the rest of the night and she left sometime in the afternoon the next day. Often I go back to the Cafe Moon hoping to find her, but as yet I’ve never seen Vickie there again. Still I keep my basement set up; it has seen many other nights of sexual bliss. The real reason I keep it that way is, because one day I’ll find Vickie again.

In Florida, we had a very stressful week during and post-Irma. My wife surprised me on Friday telling me she got a babysitter for the folllowing night, Saturday. My dirty mind immediately kicked into gear and I felt we both needed a fun, sexy night. I texted my buddy and laid out MY surprise plan! You see, my friend is also my wife's lover. They occasionally go out on dates and we also play as a threesome quite often. I told him that she and I were going out to dinner and that I wanted him to come by around 11:00, after the kids were asleep and the sitter was gone. I then told him my plan... he said, "hell yes! I'll be there!". "A", my wife, and I went to dinner at one of our favorite steak houses. We flirted, teased each other and talked about our fantasies. She told me she was getting wet as a result. I told her to go to the bathroom and to remove her panties and come back to the bar. I ran my hand up her leg and rested it on her freshly shaved pussy. I love when her pussy is smooth AND wet, and she was dripping. We then decided to go to Penthouse, our favorite strip club. We enjoyed ourselves and a couple of the ladies at the club. I texted "E", my buddy, and told him that we were leaving the club and I'd text him when I was ready for him to come over. I then gave "A" 2 small rubber bands and told her to go into the bathroom and to put the rubber bands around each nipple, squeezing them tightly and causing them to be extremely erect and sensitive. We then drove home with her rubbing her swelling clit the entire way. We run the sitter off and I then text "E" and tell him to come over, that the French door from the patio into my office was unlocked. I said we would be in shortly and for him to sit on the couch, naked, and wait. In our bedroom, I stripped my beautiful wife and gently licked her stiff, protruding nipples. She jumped and gasped at how sensitive they were. I then laid her face down on the bed, bent over, with her feet on the floor. I ran my tongue all over her ass and pussy from behind. I love her taste and spread her wetness all over my face. I then pulled a silk scarf from her dresser and blindfold her tightly. I reach into my nightstand and grab the fur covered hogtie and bind her wrists behind her back. I push her butt plug into her ass and she moaned in guttural pleasure. I stand her up and whisper that I'm going to walk her through the house and that I will guide her to her surprise. I walk us into my office and I have all of the lights off, except for the small one on my desk, casting a soft glow throughout the room. I had set up one of our dining room chairs in the middle of the room. I gently guide her to the chair, seeing "E" sitting on the couch, stroking his big dick. I unclip "A's" right wrist and bring both of her wrists around the back of the chair, clasping them back together. Then I clasp each ankle to the tie. The beauty of the hogtie in this position is that it pulls the ankles back, bringing the knees down and pulling her pussy to the edge of the chair. I wave to "E" to come over and I turn the video camera on. I am gently rubbing her incredibly swollen clit. Her juices are literally running from her pussy, down into her ass and down her thighs. E wraps his big hands around "A's" throats and bite and licks her ears and neck. She gasps when she realizes there is another person in the room. He moves to her hard, sensitive nipples and flicks them with his tongue. I stand up and leave the room and let them play for a few minutes alone. I walk back in 10 minutes later and E is on his knees eating my wife out while she moans and groans, blindfold still tight around her eyes. I tell E to stand up and that I want to watch her suck his dick without her hands and that he will need to use his hands to move her mouth on his cock. He is rock hard and erect and my wife eagerly opens her mouth wide, awaiting her boyfriend's 10" dick. She sucks his dick, rather, he really fucks her mouth and throats since her hands are bound. Then I unclip one wrist so she can work his dick with her free hand. She sucks him and he's close to cumming so I pause the action and lay her down on the ottoman. One wrist still connected to her ankles. Her pussy is pushed up and exposed and I tell E I want to watch him fuck my wife. He puts the head of his dick at her entrance and pauses, my wife gasps and begs him to push it into her. I tell her, "do you want his dick deep inside you babe? Tell us how badly you want it." She proceeds to beg and to tell us how much she loves his dick and how good it feels deep inside her pussy. I love watching his giant dick pump into my wife and to see the look on her face as she enjoys his length. I watch him fuck her as I sit in my office chair, stroking my hard dick. This goes on for a couple of minutes and I see he's about to cum again. I pause the action again and tell him to sit on the couch and for A to get on her knees and to suck his dick and make him cum. I then get behind her and push my dick into her incredibly dripping pussy from behind. She's moaning around E's cock from me fucking her pussy hard from behind and telling her how hot it was to watch her suck E's dick. I know that turns them both on and I'm trying to work all three of us to orgasm at the same time. I tell them I am about to cum and I want us all to cum at the same time. That was all E and A needed to hear and they immediately exploded in climax, E cumming down A's throats and A manning loudly around his cock. I instantly orgasm and fill A's pussy with a giant load of cum. She loves to swallow and then for me to fill up her pussy. We take a few seconds to catch our breath and I pull out of my wife. I tell her to lay on her back and then instruct E to lick her pussy clean until she cums. Great night had by all!!!! Maybe I'll post some pics or video from the evening. ?

The sixth day of my erotic African adventure. First I’m toyed with. Then . . . who knows how they were conceived? Miss T does. And we learn her family secrets. (Here you’ll find the earlier parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5) So I had come from a tough Canadian winter to sunny South Africa, visiting my photographer friend Hanz. It was one adventure after another. I thought today would be a quiet day, but it was anything but; and it ended with an amazing family story. MY AFRICAN ADVENTURE – PART 6 – WEDNESDAY – I’M TOYED WITH AND WE LEARN HOW T WAS CONCEIVED Wednesday began like my other days vacationing in Cape Town with an old friend and a new lover. And then it went in all directions. I slept in, as usual, and was woken by my new lover, Anna, all sweaty and brisk from her top-of-the-morning bike ride. But instead of kissing me awake while wearing her biking outfit, she had stripped off and laid her sweat soaked body on top of mine. It was weird to feel all that hot sweaty flesh pressed against me, but it was also exciting and we did a quick morning dance then washed up and joined Hanz and his lover T for breakfast – wondering what the consequences of the very strange night before would be. The mysterious androgynous of last evening Asians, who had been glued to Hanz and T the night before, were gone, with no sign of their even having been there. (I hope I didn’t hallucinate what I wrote about that.) This morning things were as if nothing odd had happened the night before. This was one of the strange and inexplicable things about my week in Africa. Each morning was a new morning, each day was a fresh day where whatever happened before was put aside leaving no marks on the day that followed. It was hallucinogenic that however weird or exotic the previous day’s events were, the next day it was as if nothing unusual had taken place. But T was not her usual spunky self and both she and Hanz seemed more than a little hung over. But there was no mention of yesterday or any of the strange events of the night. Anna and I never learned what the story was with the Asians, why they immediately stuck themselves like glue to Hanz and T or why our friends stuck to them. We didn’t even learn what genders were involved, perhaps the strangest thing of all. Totally weird, totally mysterious. And totally not spoken of. Of course we had hoped for some bizarre tales about the Asian couple that Hanz and T brought home, but that was not to be. At the least we thought we might hear some stories of Hanz and T having played in the past with the young couple who threw the cocktail party we attended, when they announced their incipient parenthood. Maybe even some thoughts about being able to play again with the couple, now that the wife was safely pregnant – how exciting could that be? And then there was that play club that was happy to take our money and let us in, and yet made us feel unwelcome enough for us to quickly leave. How wrong was that? But no. There was not a word about yesterday evening, an evening and a night filled with odd things that seemed to demand being talked about. Somehow a taboo, a curtain of silence was drawn over then evening and Anna and I both quickly picked up the signal to mention nothing, ask nothing, hint nothing about the night before. And so Anna and I did the right thing and acted like nothing had been odd at all. Over breakfast Hanz told us that he needed to spend some time in his photo studio, but he’d be back before too long. Anna expressed some relief saying she was worried about the law office she managed (she said “those poor helpless lawyers; you never know what they’ll get up to if I’m away for too long”) and said she’d take the opportunity to pop into her office for a couple of hours. That would leave T and I by ourselves and she suggested taking me on a walking tour of the neighborhood of Oranjezicht, seeing the sights, circling the water reservoir (called, for some reason, the Kaffir Swimming Pool) and into a shopping area where I got a couple of presents for Anna. After our walking tour, back at Hanz’s house, she and I chilled by the pool, naked of course, and laying side by side. Now you know that from the moment I first laid eyes on her I had been lusting for the nubile T. Almost as soon as I arrived she’d hinted that sex with her might be in the cards, but only after we’d gotten to know each other better. Could that be now? Maybe yes, since we were alone; maybe no, since Hanz wasn’t there to give his blessing. And maybe yes or no if T did or didn’t desire me. Those thoughts alone honestly had me excited. Not that I needed to get laid, with Anna being such a terrific sexual companion. Still the passing thought of making it with T had given me more than just a little buzz in the tip of my dick. I enjoyed the view of her. The beautiful face. The curve of her lips. The soft small hemispheres of her breasts. The smooth, clear skin. The tight belly. The waxed-clean love triangle. And the pussy lips that were the gateway to ecstasy. What a sight. We lay on lounges and T, as usual, was dipping a finger in her honey pot and from time to time licking the juices off her fingers. Just as she had been doing during any idle moment when clothes weren’t in the way. Then she reached over and smeared some of her juice on my lips. Without delay, I was noticeably erect. At this point T stopped just toying with herself and began to masturbate seriously. Knowing that she needed to get off several times a day I knew to expect it. But still it’s surprising to have a lovely girl start masturbating right in front of you. And something else when it’s someone you’d like to get it on with. After fingering herself for a while she took a butt plug from a bag under the lounge, lubricated it with her juices and slide it into her ass and asked me if I would like one. I declined. Then she went from casually fingering herself to slowly but seriously masturbating herself. I lay still and enjoyed watching and listening. When she came it was delightful to behold and the spectacle got me more erect. Seeing her vigorously masturbating herself got me totally into tent-pole territory. In a way it was a little embarrassing to have such a bold erection pointing to the sky beside this lovely girl who was ignoring me and it, so I had turned over on my side to make my erection less boldly evident and also to have a better view of T while she worked herself to a vigorous and noisy climax. After she finished, with a moist slick hand she reached over and started casually playing with me. I was still fully erect. She just worked her fingers this way and that way, enjoying the feeling of my dick. She had long slim fingers which looked so elegant. Just glancing at those fingers felt erotic to me. And now those fingers were slipping up and down on my penis. Just the tips, just the pads of her fingers. It was so much sexier than if she had wrapped her fingers and hand around me. No. The faint, subtle, slight feeling of the pads of her fingers moving from one end of me to the other, that was about as erotic as it could get. I lay back and enjoyed the feeling, without expecting to go anywhere. I was saving my spunk for Anna’s return. But she gradually got me excited, took me up to the top and over. I was spurting! Then she licked her fingers and said in a soft but commanding voice “Now you lick me.” It was fun witnessing her masturbating; it was fun being fingered by her; and it was more than fun coming from her fingering me. And it would be much more than fun putting my head between her legs and licking her, but I knew she was playing me, I knew I was being had. She wanted me to do her with my tongue but she wasn’t going to let me fuck her, and the jacking she had just given me was a way to avoid my uncontrollably slipping myself into her. Yes I was being used and abused and I could resent that, but on the other hand I’d had a nice -- no not just nice, ecstatic – orgasm myself, so what was there to complain about? At least now I would be tasting the juices that I had been smelling on my Anna’s breath, and that would be a thrill. While I was getting up off my couch to position myself for giving her head, she slipped a butt plug into me, matching the one she’d put in herself. First she’d jacked me, then she’d put this butt plug into me. Frankly it felt good, but I knew it was a second line of defense against my making a move to fuck her. She’d jacked my juices out and with that butt plug pressing against my prostate, she was guaranteeing that even if I slide my dick into her, I wouldn’t be able to come. What a wicked girl. So I went to licking her with some enthusiasm and I’m proud to say that I didn’t just give T some enjoyment, I was able to give her enough intense orgasms that she finally whispered to me that she was fine, she’d had enough, she was satisfied, saturated, satiated. To accomplish that with a girl who seems inexhaustible filled me with some special pride. It’s always been a point of honor for me to give good satisfaction to everyone I have sex with and now I’d held up my honor with Miss T. The seemingly inexhaustible Miss T, I had managed to exhaust with the skills of my tongue. She and I sunned again for a while, butt plugs still in place, and then Hanz and my Anna came back. With separate errands for each of them to do, I hadn’t realized that they’d left together and now returned together. And they had a certain glow about them. I was about to confess what T and I had been up to when Anna just boldly reported that she and Hanz had a good fuck in his studio. With pictures to show, no less. Well, Hanz is a photographer, isn’t he? I hugged Anna and said good for you, while T excitedly embraced Hanz and whispered to him to tell her all about it. That’s when Anna discovered the plug in my ass, smelled T’s juices on my breath and she knew my morning with T hadn’t been totally innocent. Somehow it all felt OK to me and I wasn’t upset that Hanz and my Anna had finally had a nice screw together even though I was still being cock-blocked from having Miss T. Anna had been fucking me like crazy, she’d been fucking T was well, and now she’d completed the round with Hanz. Anna, you go girl. You’re the best. Knowing that Anna had been fucked filled me with lust for her and she and I repaired to our bedroom for me to put my spunk in her, displacing Hanz’s. She had enjoyed fucking Hanz but she was very glad to have me do her on top of that. After that was done we four made a lunch and after lunch sat in the living room, hugging and kissing and fingering our partners while watching the video that Hanz had made of Anna and him doing it doggy style in his studio. The expression on her face in the video when she came was really wonderful. Truth is, we all loved watching the lovemaking in the video and watching it made me hot. I’m proud of her that Anna wasn’t in the least bit embarrassed by the video. She watched it with as much enjoyment as the rest of us. It was time now for them to show me the sights of the city, as they had been long promising. We drove in to the Victoria and Albert Harbor and walked around, sight seeing the boats and the tourists. Then we walked up a market street filled with shopping kiosks. They led me to a store where you could buy tribal artifacts that were more authentic than the usual tourist junk. I bought a few souvenirs to take home and we continued on our way. The girls ducked into a tailor shop where they said they’d ordered something special to show us later. We went to Woolworths Cavendish where I bought a couple of gifts for Anna and then we hiked up to the legendary Mount Nelson Hotel to have drinks and dinner. Over drinks we did something we should have done days before, telling each other our life stories. Mine was about growing up on a remote farm in Manitoba, an only child who did lots of chores and became very independent. Anna had a surprisingly similar story of a rural childhood in South Africa, complete with cattle. That explained a lot about our immediate affinity for each other: we’d essentially had the same childhood. She and I grabbed each other’s fingers like a cow’s teats and showed off our milking prowess. I’m proud of how good I was at milking and Anna showed me she was just as good. Hanz grew up urban in a typical Afrikaner household, meaning the values were old-fashioned farmer’s values and his artistic ambitions weren’t encouraged. He went his own way and became the successful photographer he was, getting assignments as far away as, gasp, Canada, which is how he and I had met. It was now about time to go in to the restaurant for dinner and T said “Over dinner I’ll tell you the story of my parents and my siblings and me. We are a very unusual family and we’re exceptionally proud of what we are, which is like no other. It’s good I’m telling you the story here, because it’s a special place for me. I was conceived in this hotel.” That was a show stopper. When we’d ordered our food, and Hanz had selected a good South African wine, T began telling her story. She began by saying “If I’m going to tell you my family story and if you’re going to really understand it, first you’ve got to know that we Africans aren’t like you Europeans. You Europeans are such prudes.” Her Xhosa parents – who I’ll call Mr and Mrs T -- had grown up in neighboring villages but only met while they were in college, training to be high school teachers. They fell in love quickly and soon married. Theirs was an open marriage; they had a lot of sex with each other and a lot of fun with other people. As T said, that was quite African; they weren’t prudes and they didn’t act like they owned each other’s bodies. What they owned was their love and their commitment to each other. They liked to swap stories of their outside adventures, it added spice to their own sex life. They wanted children, but children never came. It turned out that Mr T was sterile. So they made a decision: they would have children, sired by other men, and Mr T would be delighted to be a proud and happy father. Grateful, as a man who turned out to be infertile, that he would have children to raise and call his own. “You might think that’s very liberal or generous of my father, but it’s really very African. That’s the way we are and proud of it. I’m very proud of my dad and proud to be African. Sorry if I sound smug about it, but we’re better than you in that way.” Anna gave me a smile that said she very much agreed and was sorry for the likes of Hanz and I to have grown up in a narrow minded way. The way T said that put a new cast on things. I’d always taken T as the pretty young thing who happened to be Hanz’s live-in girlfriend. Now, from the way she spoke, not only from what she said but also the way she said it, she was probably the brightest and wisest person in the room. This arrangement – of having Mr & Mrs T’s children sired by other men -- wasn’t hidden from T and her siblings, just the opposite. It was a point of honor and pride among the family. And their relatives applauded them for it. For their first child, Mr and Mrs T selected a man she’s already been having fun with but now she skipped the birth control. The man was never allowed to know about his role in the T’s first child and the child, T’s oldest sister, was never given a hint who he was. There was a strong family principle: Mr T was the children’s father, he raised them, and that was that. Mr & Mrs T were ever so delighted to have their first child and they intended to have more. When it came time to have another child, the game continued. Though they’d deliberately chosen the sire of their first child, mostly they let the children come when they came, and who cares who the sperm donor was? Mrs T played with healthy vital men and when it was time to get pregnant she made sure to only play with men who the family would never know later and who were from a variety of backgrounds. They’d decided that each of their children would be from a different mix. “It was easy,” T said. “My mother is very attractive and she’s like honey to the bees. She can have any man she wants. She’s very attractive and she likes sex a lot. And of course my father had his fun too,” she said, “since theirs is an open marriage. Only he doesn’t have to worry about getting some other woman pregnant.” T continued, “Although I don’t know it for sure, I think sometimes she chose a specific man to get pregnant with and sometimes she would let nature take it’s course from whoever she happened to be sleeping with. When my parents decided it was time for another child and she was at her fertile time, she would sleep around with men who were worthy of her, worthy to sire one of my brothers and sisters.” But still, she played fertility roulette, never knowing which orgasm would lead to her next child. She only made sure that each new child was sired by a man from some different background. With one exception: the siring of T herself. For reasons never explained, they decided to be very particular about who sired the fourth child, who would turn out to be T. He would uniquely be from the same tribal background as they were, Xhosa. (T said “I’m Xhosa through and through and very proud of it. My brothers and sisters and I feel very united as a family, but I’m special in one way: I’m completely Xhosa.”) The parents-to-be set out to carefully chose the stud for the child that would become T. He had to be very smart, very healthy, and very accomplished. They picked their man, a leading academic who had gone into politics and became powerful and rich. (At this point T said “likely I could figure out who he was, but I never want to do that. It would be wrong and it would betray my parents and my brothers and sisters.”) Mrs T set out to seduce the man and seduce him she did. For her it was easy. Knowing when she would be fertile, she arranged to have a sexy weekend with him “here; at this hotel. At the great and legendary Mount Nelson Hotel.” She and the man had a classic dirty weekend. They never left the hotel suite but spent the entire time eating room service, drinking, sleeping, drinking more and having sex, sex, sex. For the important man it was a dream getaway from his mundane responsibilities and boring home sex life. For Mrs T it was capturing just the right kind of sperm for her next child, which turned out to be the delightful, talented, beautiful and sexy miss T. Although Mrs T never had a romance with her casual lovers, it wasn’t unusual for them to fall in love with her. “My mother is exceptionally attractive, vivacious, and outgoing. What man wouldn’t want to fall in love with her?” As it happened, the “important man” did and wanted to continue and have her for his mistress. That could have been sticky, but as it happened the “important man” died not long after in a traffic accident, never even learning that Mrs T was pregnant. This quirk of fate put to rest possible complications. And so that was T’s story. Her younger brothers and sisters were sired in the family’s traditional way – with lovers from different places who Mrs T fancied playing with. But T, T was conceived purposely in the very hotel where we were dining. In telling this story T practically glowed with pride about her unique family and her own special heritage. After dinner we slipped upstairs to the hotel’s rooms, following T until she stopped at a particular door. “Here it is,” she said, “here is where I was conceived, in this room.” I said “you have remarkable parents.” She said “you can see for yourself; they’re coming to visit tomorrow.” I was floored to hear that. With that, I end the tale of the sixth day of my African adventure.