Yan and I sat on the balcony and had a stimulating conversation about music. He was solid muscular with Japanese style tattoos and the trade mark blon...e hair blue eyes. We sat on the balcony and Yan told me about places he'd travelled to. Cambodia, Thailand, Turkey, south America, Brazil amd he met Christie living in Amsterdam. I told him about tje Scottish village where there were no blk ppl, 2000 residents 2 pubs a social club the nearest motorway was the gateway from West England to West. Me? Fuck no! I rush over to her, laying her back on her soft fluffy bed and spreading her legs around my face. I’ve wanted to taste this hot cunt for so long, and here’s my chance! I lap at it a few times, testing the juicy waters. I hear her breath pick up slightly, and in my excitement, my tongue finds her clit and begins to firmly massage it. ‘Oh wow,’ she cries out, ‘how did you find my clit so fast!?’ She presses her pussy against my face as my tongue coats her sexy slit in saliva. I feel. I need it… Amber hun, I need it too… said her Mother. Let me speak to your Father. Amber handed the phone back to her Father and the tears began to flow. She only had one more day of her fantasy with her Daddy. It was coming to a close. She realized that she had become hopelessly addicted to her Father and his cock. She needed it every day. She listened to her Father talk to her Mother. I understand. he said, then a few moments later, I dont know… a few seconds went by before he turned to. She had to be on stage for the whole play which is about 1 hour. But she had dialogue at the start and at the end and there was not dialogue for her in the middle part of the play. Now she was totally losing control.She suddenly put her hand in inside her sari and was scratching . probably thinking that audience will be thinking she is adjusting her sari. But you know what I told. Now she was even more desperate. She had finished her initial part of dialogue. She was so out of control that she.