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He could put on a good show for company or the social interracial workers, as he knew how to be polite indian and well spoken, but he was always paranoid of everyone around him. He was extremely jealous of Melanie and always kept her under close supervision when he could. He would just short of interrogate her when he would come home from work and ask about her day. He made sure to keep track of everyone she talked to, appointments she had and how long she took to do them. He would call her throughout the day to make sure she was still at home. He demanded that things be done a certain way, that meals be prepared at certain times and even I even think he decided on her attire. While it was very clear that Melanie was the one who really wanted me as their foster son, it was also very clear that Robert went along with it, because it afforded him the opportunity to virtue signal what a great person he was by taking in the media recognized abused kid. As I said, Melanie wanted me, not for the boost in status, but because she genuinely wanted to give me a good home. She was a pixie of a woman, at 5' 1", beautiful and gentle as they come. She used to be a school teacher and at only 27, quit only after a few year, to pursue a career as an aerobics instructor, or so she says. I feel Robert had a hand in it and demanded she quit teaching so he could keep her at home. He probably allowed her to focus on aerobics, because it kept her fit and sexy, but I knew, and I imagine Melanie knew too, deep inside, that asian he would never allow her to do so professionally. As I said, Melanie was beautiful. Her devotion to fitness kept her tight and toned, plus with the lack of child-birth, there was no wear or tear on her. She had a natural "C" cup, which on her small frame, made them look much bigger and fuller. I loved the silky feel of her skin. Ed grabbed her hand preemptively. “I can fuck women...I have girlfriend” he replied, and continued “Sorry, I have to, I am not a warrior yet and doing sex with queen is sign of virility, no sex with queen, indian no warrior”. I endured the small talk, the men ignoring Vanessa and me as they talked about plans to make money, of course. I purred with such delight as my tail slashed back and forth, caressing Nathalie's face. "Yes....yes it is." she replied. A middle aged asian female in a blue wrap whom I recognize from the outbound journey has noticed me in spite of my discretion, and is whispering to her companion. “Yeah, my friends dragged me here, they wanted to get some unnecessary dick. Our arms gripped each other, holding each other with such friendly passion. She pulled me close to her. Ryan asked me to wear one of my nice little interracial summer dresses and I felt good as we got the bus into town.