I did go to my friend's house, I knew she was out of town for a few days, and I needed to freshen up a bit and get that cum smell off of me and out of...me.The hot water cascaded over my body, and as I cleaned my pussy, my fingers lingered and I brought myself to another orgasm as I remembered that exquisite fucking I had received a few hours earlier. "OMG- I AM turning into a black cock slut!" I thought to myself.I dried thoroughly, and applied a SLIGHT touch of perfume. I didn't want to go home. “I saw our racing driver in downtown Doha about half an hour ago. How is your hunt going?”“Is okay man, you know. I love to drive these cars. So, how many you find?”Obviously he hadn’t come out of his car to socialize. He wanted intel.“Just found my second one, at the Zigzag towers” I lied. He’d have that one too, as the Towers were located on the access road to this place. “But none here, so far.”“Only two? Man, I found eleven!” he said, which surprised me. Either he was boasting, or he was an. .. young students.”“My college days are not so far behind me that I don’t remember a lot of that. Heck, I’m a guy, and I was certainly somewhat like that in my first couple years. It will get better, as long as you can find a way to avoid the scenes that are dominated by freshman and sophomores.”“My mom has said the same. I ... I’m pondering trying to get a few older girls together to rent a house next year. I like being near the university for some things, but I might be ready to have a. I looked at myself and thought wow... I straightened up a bit. I spent the rest of the time watching gossip girl while I waited and my mind was racing! I thought of every possible scenario about this guy. I lost track of time and my thoughts were cut short by the doorbell. “Crap... it’s him!!” My heart was racing. I went up to the door and made sure it was my master from the peep hole. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw his bald head. I opened up and he greeted me with a grin. “Hello love,.