She turned the lights out. She loved the silhouette of my body, my muscular physique overbearing her soft Asian body. Plus she had a thing for ebony men. I would pretend to be a fresh Nigerian and she would speak in a deep Indian accent, it turned us both on and made us laugh. As myself the simple, humble Bethuel I annoyed her sexually, I was fussy and clean, as Bethuel I was gentle, slow in every movement when touching. But Annika needed violence, she also felt the...