She neither begged for it nor begged he did not. She waited, powerless either way. ‘Who are you going to talk to after you’re done here with me, b...by?’ he asked evenly. ‘Lucy Green.’ She replied unhesitating. ‘And what are you to spend all your waking time getting her to do?’ ‘Meet you here and have sex with you.’ ‘And what will you do?’ ‘Serve you, Master.’ ‘And what will you do if I click my fingers again?’ She didn’t reply straight away, partially unsure as to whether the answer should be. I promise. I love a good mystery. So then I told them everything, about Sam fucking me the night that Phil left and my fear that I could go to gaol if anyone told the police. About Alicias sexual fantasies and how we made them realities. I even told them about Phils fucking his rich dive-school clients in Thailand, and I finished by describing my DP the night before. Sam has described all of these events in Sam & Alicia, Sam & Alicia 2 and Sam & Alicia 3. While I was talking Wendy kept saying. The door closed behind him. I took a deep breath in anticipation of what was to come. He was a lot shorter than me, and had dark skin and hair of a typical local male. He approached me slowly, but suddenly he stopped as if he had forgot something, turned around and opened the door and said something in Thai. A few seconds later somebody came running through the corridor and I saw the same guy who had led me here entering the room holding a video camera. The door was closed and the man with the. I am disappointed. She barely opens her mouth wide enough to let my fat cock in. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked her mouth roughly off my cock. I tell her to do exactly as I say. "Open your mouth wide. No. Fucking. Teeth. Do you understand whore. No teeth. Saliva and throat." She tries to control how far I drive my cock in her mouth. I slap her face. I drag her arm away and cup her throat. She quickly learns and puts her hands on my thighs instead. Now I start to fuck her face properly.