I sat on the corner of the bed and shook my head."What?" She sounded concerned.I sighed deeply. "You're standing there, naked, gorgeous, looking lik... the goddess you know you are and you ask me how you look? It just beats all."She stepped toward me and took my face in a soft, manicured hand. "My dear Peter," she said gently. "Are you sulking?" Sulking?" I replied. "Maybe I am. I ordered a fruit plate for us for dinner." That's nice," she said. "I guess one of us needs to put some. They drew closer as they considered me with calm composed faces.I managed a silly grin. ?Hi,? the goddess said in perfect American accented English. ?Hi,? I said. ?Are you American to?? she asked. She smiled broadly while the other womanremained cold. ?Err, no. I'm Canadian.? ?What's the matter? You look like you have seen a ghost.? She laughed andsmiled like we had known each other for years. ?Err, yea, it's just I didn't think you spoke English, the other day, whenI.? ?Oh just forget about. He looked at me and said "If your any good I may have a way for you to stay out of jail, and out of the news. Take it out and give me your best ever blow job, and no spitting it out, you swallow or off to jail you go. Now get busy." I put my hand inside his open zipper finding he had no underwear on and wrapped my fingers around his sizable cock. I removed it from his pants kissing the head looking up at him took him in my mouth. I started doing my best I could but he soon had both his hands in. Martin was sure that the volume was double that of what he and Lindsey were capable of producing. After the motherlode had been expelled, more pearls bubbled out of Alexandre’s foreskin. Martin was stunned and couldn’t help himself before he commenced scooping up the jizz and smearing it all over Alexandre’s torso.When they were done Alexandre rose up and got dressed. As Martin watched with a disappointed look, Alexandre politely said, “Thank you for a lovely meal,” before leaving.