She had fair skin and nice lips. To my luck she happened to be holding up a sign with my name on it. I went up to her and said, “I think you’re my...tour guide Ms...?”“Ali, but you can call me Fatima.”The voice of a goddess, I could tell that this trip was going to be a great one. She told me to follow her so that I could claim my baggage. As she walked ahead of me I couldn’t help but look at her ass. Each step she took her big ass would move left and right, I was hypnotized. While I was claiming. Sliding her card in, I grabbed one of my own and handed it to her. I held out my hand and said, ‘I’m Jim.’ Clasping my hand with her dirty black hand she replied, ‘Pleased to meet you Jim, I’m Alex.’ She then turned and slid completely into her car, grabbed her keys and started it. The Jaguar hummed to life, the sound of the engine concealing its true power beneath its gentle sound. ‘Goodbye Jim,’ she said and I closed the door and watched her slowly back into the alleyway. The car then pulled. In the meantime, I took care of all the last-minute items, such as picking up the limo and stocking the bar with the best champagne that my money could buy for them. When I returned home from the liquor store, Lisa had just finished dressing for the evening. She had on a skintight black micro-mini-skirt with large pink buttons down the front. Black stockings and pink spike-heeled shoes completed the picture. I had never seen Lisa dressed so seductively, and when she hiked up her skirt to reveal. I looked down, saw him pull back a couple of inches, thrust in, again and again, and I could feel the twitches his cock was making as he ejaculated in me, grunting, making "Uhhhh!" noises with each spasm as he came, in time with my own noises. I put a hand on either side of my cunt, spread it as much as I could, and pushed against his pelvis. I captured his shaft between the thumb and fingers of each hand, and began a milking motion, every drop. And he delivered. Each time he'd thrust, I heard.