Theyboth apologized and asked her name. Her name was Aisha, and she was fromSaudi Arabia. She had been sent there by her Master, Ahmed. She was studyi...gEgypt ancient culture so she could back to her hometown and teach about itto his children. Jasonand Trina listened to what the tour guide was saying, but as soon as he stoppedtalking, they engaged on a friendly chat with Aisha. She was always accompaniedby two very strong looking men, wearing Arab traditional clothes. They seemedto be. Then, she reached over and stroked his big cock, which grew immediately erect in her hand. It was standing straight up in the air and she groaned with erotic excitement as she continued to rub the hard cockmeat."God, Babs, keep it up! Rub my cock!"The boy groaned and Barbara grinned. She wrapped both of her small, soft hands around her brother's bursting hard-on, slowly stroking his prick.Greg moaned and began to stroke his sister's big throbbing tits. He rolled the long, stiff nips between his. ‘Uhhhh shit hey baby’ I said shocked to see Sam before me. ‘What are you…’ ‘No don’t hey baby me. What the hell are you doing? I haven’t heard from you all damn morning.’ She cut me off. ‘Faaaawwwwkkk you mean’ I said in my typical jovial way. ‘Look here, I’m not playing no games with you.’ She was dead serious. ‘Baby I tried to text you, and when I got no response I figured there was no service in the doctors. I didn’t make much of it.’ ‘Let’s get to your office’ She grabbed my hand and. Mark told me nothing of this kinda deal, or asking me If I would participate. Mrs. Clark had now slid down in her lounge chair, laying flat on her back. She raised her legs up, and placed her feet on each side of the chair. Mark now grabs me by the back of my hair, and with one word, commanded me “eat” Still in terror, I fall to my knees yet again, and slighty leaning forward on my belly at the foot of her chair, I place my hands on each side of Mrs. Clarks pussy lips, and spreading them just.