We can’t have dinner. We are not family. We can’t just sit in a restaurant when we are not married. The Mutawa, they will come and beat us.”“W...o?!”“Mutawa. La police religieuse. They check.”“You’re kidding.”A policeman beating ME? That will be the day. I did a reverse Rodney King on the last two who had tried and I’ll do it again if I have to.“Non. And I love to cook. Zis car, it is very nice. Your patron?”“No, it’s mine, actually.”“Vraiment?”“Yes. Bought it in Doha before I came here. It’s. My young dumb self didnt know what I was in for. So I flopped down on the bed and watched some TV. A little while later she came out wearing tight white pants, the same button down shirt and laid down next to me on the bed. I already could feel my dick getting hard. She moved closer to me and told me that we could do whatever I wanted. I rem reaching out and touching her tits andshe ended up climbing on top of me and we made out for what seemed like an hour. I unbuttoned her shirt and her big. She went for a bath, weather was cold. I just thought of it as an indication from her. To my pleasant surprise the door was open. I thought twice before entering. As realised the condoms were in car’s glove box. I rushed down and fetched condoms first and then entered the bathroom.She was done by then. So I just pretended I entered by mistake. I reached the room and laid on bed casually. She came close to and asked to call the room service for wine.I did it immediately and we enjoyed the cold. Fuck, what's gotten into me? Miss Cara slides off her panties. She gracefully lifts them to her hand from one of her feet. "Playing with you today... thinking of you girls touching each other, has kept me very wet all afternoon," Cara confesses, holding the warm, damp lace between their faces. The panties waft Cara's delicious aroma into Stacy's nose. The hot pheromones paralyze her. She can't move, she can barely breathe as her whole body reacts to the woman's scent. Every breath she takes,.