Up until about two years earlier, I'd lived and worked (as an automobile mechanic) in Dakar, Senegal, but I left my country (and my wife and five c***...ren) in order to find a better economic opportunity. This is not at all an unusual thing for many men in Africa. Labor is very 'fluid' there.I send most of the money I make back to my wife, Fatima. We chat every week at least once or twice, but I get lonely; and after buying my own smartphone the year before, and shortly after that, a refurbished. He squeezes a tit as he walks by.“You’re a bad boy, Mister, and you’re going to pay the price for that!”I follow him into the bathroom, and once both toothbrushes are actively scrubbing, I keep a constant tugging tension on his cock with my left hand as I scrub with my right. Carl is left handed, so while he’s brushing, his right hand is free: free to explore my butt and my pussy, and I’m starting to think he’s paying generously. Mouths fresh, we race back into bed, and I hop onto it like a. “Oh, shit, that feels good!” He closed his eyes and moaned as I took every inch of his cock inside of me. Leaning forward with my hands bracing his shoulders, I started moving my hips up and down like I was riding a pogo stick.He got excited and started thrusting his hips upward each time I came down. “Just lie there, baby, and let me do it for you,” I said and sent my hips into a faster rhythm. He reached for my bouncing tits and pinched and twisted my nipples as I rode him hard and. ”“They are really a fantastic client,” I said. “I’d say that they were more important than any of them, even ones we make more money from.”“I agree,” Cindi said. “I have Barbara doing a conference call with them every Tuesday morning to talk about their testing, their change requests, that kind of thing. And once a month, she’ll walk over for a face-to-face. And that’s in addition to the visits that Mario makes to every customer once a year.”“Make it so!” Julia smirked, causing us all to laugh.