"I want to see mother and daughter lick my big Iranian dick. Do it," he yelled at them.He did have a strong Iranian accent.While the Iranian guy was h...lding onto the mother's and daughter's brown hair they were lapping their tongues at his cock, like they were eating ice cream."You French bitches are the best," the Iranian guy replied.He then ordered them to both lie on their backs and not to move. Sarah saw the Iranian guy walking towards a drawer. He pulled it open and took out what looked. ."Oh thank you Frank" I replied..." Sorry if I'm embarrassing you, would you like me to adjust myself a bit?"He simply smiled and said " Not at all, if you have no objection, just leave it as it is Anna ... I saw a lot of your legs and a bit more when you where in mine the last time ... If you don't mind I would love to just look" Feel free" I said. " Just let me know if you like what you see"..."Oh I love it " was his response...He made no attempt to touch me at all, he just sat and looked at. Ill be here for every, my heart belongs to you. She smiled at me and pounced on top of me and began to furiously make out with me. A sudden knock on the door stopped us in action. Hello? said a random and deep voice from the other side of the door, followed by several hard knocks on the door. Open the door, now! Me and Bethany looked at each other. The pounds on the door had gotten deeper and harder, I quickly jumped off the bed to my jeans, reached intuit he pockets and pulled out my phone.. He was a young guy, about 2 or 3 years older than myself, being 22. He had wonderful green eyes, the same as mine, and gourgous jet black hair. He was taller than me by and inch or 2. He wasn't buff but he was deffinatly not skinny. He was wearing a riped up kiss shirt, dark, dark jeans that look old and worn, he was wearing a choker that had chains and dimond shaped points. His shoe was a black army boot that had seen better days. His clothing were like mine except mine were for girls.