" Glenn said. ?There was a silent pause, and Glenn continued, "You have to forgive me, I am not usually like this. It has been almost three months sin...e I was home and had sex with my wife." I laughed nervously as I almost stuttered replying: "I know what you are talking about, me too." I looked at Glenn's hard dick as I spoke and I wanted to take him in my mouth, to taste him. I fought the urge to lean over and finally continued saying: "I don't care if you want to touch me." I rolled over to. .well you said you have some work for me to do...' Mr. Reginald cut me off saying '...you know I pay good so I don't want you to start acting up when I ask you to certain things for me...' I asked him '...just what do you want me to do...' Mr. Reginald smiled and reached down by the sofa and picked up a bag and tossed it to me saying '...go in the bath and put those things on and come back...' I looked in the bag and saw a wig stockings high heels and bra, startled I looked at him as he said. Sebastien found himself in Quartier Morin, his family’s ancestral home in the North side of the Republic of Haiti. The place was beautiful. Lots of farm land. Lots of honest people. And he was bored out of his skull. The hard-working, God-fearing Haitian folks who lived in town were as alien to him as Martians. He spoke a heavily accented Creole, and they picked him up as a foreigner right away. What they called Diaspora, and kind of derisively too. At least that’s how he felt until he met…her.. I pulled her off my dick, turned her around, then lowered her down, facing me, onto my cock and fucked the hell out of her while looking her straight in the face. See how good it is fucking more than one guy at once? I said. Didnt you and Kyla used to fool around with lots of guys all the time? Yeah, was all she could muster, at least she was grinning. Max had come up behind her and was running his cock up and down the crack of her asshole through the water of the pool. I could see this,.