“It’s gonna get even better,” he promised.He folded back the soft-furred lips of her pussy and exposed the tiny hooded lump of flesh that always...gave her so much pleasure. That was the secret button she rubbed when she needed to get off. He went right for it, grasping it between his thumb and forefinger, kneading it. Fatima sobbed with pleasure and soaked his fingers with uncontrollable discharges of hot pussy-cream.“Unnnhhhhh, yesssss,” she gurgled, “please keep doing that, Taimur, it feels so. Does he think I’m kidding?! What kind of medical thingy man does he think he is. The customer is always right ... wait. Does that apply to these situations?“Ma’am, you’re having breathing difficulty? When did this start?” Owen asked in a sort of mocking tone that I didn’t much care for.I kind of drop my arms to my side with a bit of attitude, but it’s totally called for in my opinion. “Yes! I’m having breathing problems, I need to go to the hospital! Right now and that is kinda your JOB .... Hard.“Don’t move” I leaned in and whispered in her ear. Then I got down on my knees and lifted up her dress looking at the wet mess, once again, between her thighs.“No. Ryan, we’re outside my house.” She started to counter. But the tone changed when I kissed along her inner thighs. “Please, let’s go inside.” She pleaded. I moved her panties out of the way and ran my tongue up and down her sweet glistening lips.“RYAN!” she whispered in exasperation. I ignored her and shoved my tongue deeper. My most recent incident happened when I was sitting in a bar on the road, and as I was walking up to the only bar in the area near the hotel that I was staying at, I saw a really handsome black man standing out in a common outdoor area smoking a big fat cigar all by himself. We made eye contact and I likely gave him a nod and a little smile as I walked into the bar.So I sat up at the bar and tried not to be too obvious that I wanted to invite him back to my room to be his cock sucker. And when.