” “Why were you faking?” “Like you guessed,” she said. “I had you there, wearing sissy clothes, caged and gagged and I was days late; I ...ad to make it seem worth it. When you put it out in the light of day it’s so crappy. I was trying to fool myself as much as you. I did really hope you would enjoy it. In the past you always liked me telling you about it when I got home.” “I’ve figured that out,” said Barry. “When you talk about it I see inside your mind. It’s not just sucking and fucking;. I knew them from the colors of their dress and from their voices, that was all. There were seven women there – one took the role of a mother, or at least a matron. She told me that they would show me traditional Malaysian hospitality and culture for me to observe today. The other six – all young women – were introduced to me. None of them, as far as I could follow the thick accents, were named Yuzmin. It was a quiet day of sipping spiced tea and good food and sharing polite conversation,. My hands grabbed her head hard as she took me over the top once again. I couldn’t form words or control myself. I came and came, one orgasm leading to the next until Cat had her fill with me. ‘Are you having fun?’ she asked smiling, her face glistening with my cum. ‘Fuck yes… Can I please taste you?’ ‘Of course, you can. Lay back and let me climb on top. I want to sit on your face, beautiful girl.’ said Cat.Within seconds she had her pussy directly above my face. She placed a pillow under my. She leaned into the mirror, applying the wine colored lipstick, watching as her steel gray eyes sparkled in the dim light. No guy could resist when she turned on the charm and Natasha now had her eyes set on the mysterious man who had been watching her all evening. “Let’s go have some fun.” She said to her reflection as she tucked her hair behind her ears and adjusted the top of her strapless black dress so that her modest breasts jutted upward and gave the illusion of a fuller chest. Natasha.