“Did you like my white pussy, Barry?” she giggled. “Did you like fucking me again with my husband watching you? Did you like him watching me com... all over your big black dick?” Barry raised his eyebrows, smiled and rubbed his forehead. “Black dick? You are a nasty little white slut aren’t you? Did I like it?” he repeated. “Damn straight, I liked it! I could fuck that hot pussy of your all night!” I couldn’t believe how hot it made me when my cum loving wife smiled and held out her arms. “You. Especially the way those nice managers treat the hired help."I told her, "Or you could bag groceries at Ralph's. Think how much fun you'd have seeing the old guys stare at your tits and watching your butt twitch while you're pushing a long line of carts in from the parking lot."Natalie looked thoughtful and finally said, "Bob, what will you be doing over the holidays?"Yes! She nibbled at the bait!Bob thought a little bit. "Well, I've got two painting gigs, three plumbing gigs, some electrical. She wants to jump his fucking bones. ‘Of course, Lama,’ she says, bowing low. She turns and departs, leaving the two of us alone together. I look at him, trying to see the ageless wisdom that Sahara described. I try to let go of my Western prejudice, clear my mind of preconceptions, and everything else that I would imagine Sahara telling me to do if she was still in the room. None of it works. He looks like the boys back home who thought that love beads and a guitar were all they needed to get. I needed it!I walked in and my friend was at the counter. I've never seen a biker blush, but he did when he saw me come in. I tried to be casual as I told him I needed a room and laid my money on the counter, but I felt as giddy as I had as a teenager on the first time I got to play with a girl's boobs. He took my money and told me to take room three, my usual room.I had a throbbing hardon before I even got to the room. I wasn't going to need a video to get me in the mood. I quickly.