"Oui, yes I do. I have attended the Opera Bastille many times andbefore that the Palais Garnier," he replied, his smile broadening asthe implications...sank in."Wonderful Jacques, tomorrow they're doing Aida, a new production. Canyou be my guest at the opera tomorrow evening?" Yes, certainly, but can you get tickets this late?" Of course Jacques, I have connections at the MET. Very goodconnections," I replied as I smiled my most brilliant smile and mademental note to order tickets and dinner. When we got back to the hotel room she became a bit more reserved. We sat on the bed and made out but I had to be persistent with her. As soon as I got her naked she blushed. Her oder was strong and she was hairy all over. But her skin was so smooth and olive-brown in color. I laid her back and gave her a sensual massage. Soon she relaxed a bit and I started to play with her pussy. She moaned as I lightly teased her lips and clit with my light touches. She kissed me passionately and. "You gonna pay for what that dumb motherfucker said about my girl earlier. You gonna be ten times the slut he said she was. You gonna fuck every last nigga I know!" Oh please, yes, punish me, master! Beat YO pussy! You have always OWNED me!" she gasped breathlessly as he continued to pound her."Damn straight, you fat fucking cunt! You are a worthless pig for my own use!"H e started to pump her harder. The bed was pushing down on me and it hurt. Each of his powerful thrusts was almost. (We had seen a picture of it that he had sent, and it was not only about 8 long, it was quite thick, about 2 with a very big knob!) Anjali had really been disappointed when he could not meet us, she could almost feel that beauty buried inside her! He said there was one slight problem, his friends, 2 of them were looking for sex too and did we know a couple of other women so that we could have a party.Anjali paused, then answered no, that we did not know anyone we could get on such short notice..