He was a talented motherfucker, to say the least. He had fooled her once. He just sat there, head bowed, looking like a little boy caught with his han... in the cookie jar. Knuckles went white as she gripped the steering wheel and let out a guttural scream. Tears followed, head bowed as she sobbed into the leather. It was better to get it out now then to make Dimitri go through all this too. He had been so sweet, but he looked exhausted and ragged as of late. He worried too much, she wasn’t worth. And I would be Faisal.Later that day I abandoned the empty car on the side road close to the railway station and left the door unlocked. I was sure that it would not be there the next morning.A pompous Yemeni man took a taxi with his wife, two daughters and a son to the best hotel in the town. They would need to spend two nights there, before we could take a train to Wadi Haifa. Yes, I was a man who was doing this trip, so that he could marry his pretty twin daughters to some important Egyptian. Its as if every time I cum, you push again, and I cant stop cumming. Finally, it subsides, my body stops shaking. I’m beginning to hurt from just the sheer size of your hand, filling me completely, but I know that when you take it out, I’m going to cum again. I want it. I don’t know if I can cum again though… My body is exhausted. But you start to pull out, I can feel you move every bit of the way. Right before your knuckles come out, it hits me again, and I slam your fist back into me. Oh god. He just snarled and mumbled under his breath how he was going to wait for all the attention to blow over, and "cut me down to size" when the opportunity developed. I guess the 'softer, gentler' side of him I had observed was gone, and my assisting him the other day was for naught. When I pressed him about what he was so upset about he just said it was because I'm "not just a pussy but a stupid, mother-fucking pussy" and quickly stalked off. I tried calling him to get him to reveal a bit more,.