"That is a pity, Master. Is she a western woman?" Yes, and she doesn't understand Kobekistani customs yet." Then I shall not cause you or her any worr...es," said the experienced woman, "But it is a pity. I do enjoy serving you much more than some of the passengers we carry."'Flattery, ' thought Robinson, 'but pleasant flattery. I wonder how many men have enjoyed her services? Doubtless all of them receive the same flattery.'The return journey was faultless. The stewardess gave no indication. Ray’s sweaty, strong body had me pinned in the prone position he delivered thrust after thrust. That position was all about him owning me, and I loved it.My orgasms let up only went he pulled out. I tried to look back and only saw a glimpse as he was jerking himself. Seconds later, I felt shots of Ray’s warm cum land on my back and ass. I just laid there waiting for him to finish, which took what seemed a minute. He grabbed his shirt and tried to wipe me clean. I don’t think he really tried. ”I have a right on you more than others, my dear Durgesh! I am your ‘Joroos’ Bhai now. Haven’t you heard ever-‘Saari Khudai ek taraf aur Joroo ka Bhai ek taraf?”I laughed.”Saale!””Yes, I’m your Saala now.”Suddenly Safiya aunty appeared there.”Durgesh! Come with me. I want to talk to you about something very serious.”My Penis hardened at her melodious voice…Ahmad noticed it and smiled at me…”safiya aunty were more beautiful than even her extremely beautiful daughters.My Penis always responded. I put my arm around her and drew her into a kiss that started off with our lips gently lingering on each other, but which soon progressed into a sensuous mashing with a hint of tongue. We didn't have a lot of time to do much more before the limo stopped outside of the club.Soon we were ushered into the club via its discrete entrance. It was a small club which tonight was buzzing with lots of people sitting around, and enjoying a drink and some good conversation. I took her hand and led her to.