Don't you trust me? Am I not doing a good enough job for you? I can get better, I know I can," she almost whispered, looking like her favorite puppy h...d run away. I hugged her to me and just held her close as she waited for my answer."Amy, sweetheart, do you know anything about Chinese culture?" I asked. She gave an odd, almost 'duh!' look; she knew that I knew she loved archeology and ancient civilizations and was almost an expert on those things. She was not as good as Megan was, but not bad. On our fifth day Kara was given a pastry to nibble at in-between classesin recognition of her skill. She shared the pastry with me as we kneltin the antechamber on a reed mat as other girls sat nearby gossiping.The pastry was small, but hot, with spiced kofta meat and juicy gravythat made my mouth water as I bit into my piece."Oh God, but this tastes good," I said as I nibbled at the pastry withmy teeth. Bahira had instructed us to eat the pastry slowly with smallbites, making it last the whole. “ Richard said bluntly. After going through several other rooms, he finally found what he figured was her room. This part of the house was very quiet, he thought. It was as if no party even existed. He stared in awe as to how huge her room was. Besides having a king size bed and wicker table and chairs, she also had an entertainment center with television, stereo, and computer equipment. Her closet doors were actually mirrors, and they ran along one entire wall. He also saw that at one side of. John used his thumb to prop up his member as the ladies admired him."Yeah it is," Mary-Ann said, her own hands wandering over her body, "not too big, and definitely not too small!" Definitely not," Rhonda breathed, her breath hitching as she played with herself, her eyes hooded with memory."You should come sit on it, Rhon," John suggested, "last time it didn't end properly."A split-second was all Rhonda needed to consider, then she paced forward and climbed atop his hips, using her pussy to.