The menu…well, its written in a foreign language.”The black man threw back his head and laughed. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about a ...hing. I’ll order what you need.”Andy laughed, too, not knowing what it was he said that was so funny. Mr. Asad’s English was quite good, but there were times that Andy wondered if they were both understanding each other completely. “Pretty little head…” indeed! Clearly, Mr. Asad hadn’t grasped what the phrase meant in English, that it was inappropriate. I didn't want to start a major fire, but I hoped to get close enough to him to use my flame thrower. I was reluctant to use the light machine gun because of the noise and the fact that I doubted how much good it would do me.There was nothing wrong with the guard's eyesight, so I had to be careful as I approached him. I suppose that I could have avoided him for a short time, but he had to be eliminated if I was to make a successful escape with the woman captive.There was no furniture or potted. .. please."Mark quickly grabbed her by her skirt and pulled her back down into the booth. He softly hissed, "You wanted to play the game. You chose truth. Now do it! Take off your bra!"Nena started to sob realizing she was over her head. Staring at the table she stated in a trembling voice, "If I do it will you ... please ... please ... let me go?" A single tear welled in her right eye and ran down her cheek. A sob escaped her throat."Sure," Doug said, his voice softening, "We're just having a. I thrust my tongue into her wet hole and then licked her clit rapidly. I could hear her breath getting faster and she tightened her legs around my head. I kept licking and when she came, she screamed. It was incredible. I’d never had a women cum with such abandon before. When she settled down and her breathing slowed to normal again, she said, “Wow. I guess I can understand why you were willing to bet your money.” “We aren’t done yet, Millie,” I said.“We aren’t?” “No,” I replied as I.