She said ” Yes !! ” instantly, then followed by “I have been waiting for the invitation, I want to ‘try’ a western guy”.Did she just agree...to come to my apartment to get fucked? She said ‘I want to try a western guy’, I was confused, and assumed that her English language limitations were playing tricks in my head.We jumped in a taxi and headed for my apartment, on the way I asked her about what she had said. Then in broken English she said. “My friend try a America guy, and she told me he is. She was begging, and he knew she was just waiting for permission. But she wouldn’t be able to wait for long. Without giving it a second thought, he pulled away and stood up. Leaving her breathless, wanting and on the edge of bliss. She opened her mouth to say something. But he caught her eye, and she quickly shut up. “I asked you a question,” he reiterated coldly. She remained silent. Not trusting her voice, “I asked you a question!” He demanded, bringing his open palm down on her sensitive. You get back to work while I go unload the truck with Jerry and Shoe."Cheryl glanced over her shoulder. Snake was on the far side of the corral. "I've got good news," she purred in a soft voice.I leaned near her ear. "Oh, no! Don't tell me! My vacation week is over and I have to go back to work providing stud service night and day for you? How is that good news?"Her free hand gently slapped me upside the head. "It's good news for ME!" What if I die of exhaustion?"She kissed me again. "Well, if. Her heavily made up eyes regarded me coldly. Coiffed black hair emphasized her tall, slim frame, exposing dusky skin and large, rounded breasts. Her floor length dress was split and one leg, thrust forward, was clad in black nylon with a wide lace welt, held up by a taut garter strap. I was determined not to stutter. I bowed my head and glanced up, meeting her eyes for a moment, then flickering away to one side. “I am, always, your obedient servant,” I said. “Of course.” She shrugged and turned.