I could feel his tongue working on the underside of my shaft as I slid in, and he wrapped his lips around me and began sucking on my cock. I began pus...ing and pulling his head, slowly rocking him back and forth like a living fleshlight. Going a little deeper with each stroke. I could feel the back of his throat against the tip of my cock as I was still a couple inches from being fully into his sucking mouth. “Ready for more?” I asked him as I firmly grabbed his head and started pressing deeper,. I m like WTF and she saysher- I want to give you head but cant. I just had my tongue ring removed and my mouth will get disinfected.I'm like WHAT??? Bitch suck my dick and she's like no for real i'm serious.me- aint that a bitchher- I can jack you offAt this point i'm blown we just go back in the bar. As soon as I get to the crew I see my Dominicano snuggled close up with Steven. She glances a mean look to me that we both understood. It basically said you could have been w my fine ass but. The wall had a large round padded hole cut into it where it abutted the bench. The Master had just enough space to manoeuvre Gloria onto the bench on her back. He lifted her legs perpendicularly up the wall, parted them so that they formed a wide “V” relative to her body, and fastened her ankles with wide strong Velcro bindings to the wall. He slid her body forward on the bench so that her arse, bare vulva and the back of her thighs protruded through the hole in the wall. Finally he fastened. I remember that I had worn my favourite dress, pale blue silk with a white lace collar. Her name was Anneka Farroqi. She was Algerian, very dark-skinned with the deepest brown eyes and long, black hair. She reminded me a little of Maria. She wore a pale yellow dress, very much a la mode. She was polite, with beautiful, accented English. Her husband was a French Diplomat, stationed in Algiers after France had colonised the country. She told me she was seen by many in her country, as a.