I began to picture her lifting her shirt and massaging her young, small breasts, rolling her piercing between two fingers and smiling at a passing mot...rist. Or unbuttoning her shorts, sliding them down around her ankles, spreading her knees and fingering her pussy while we drove through the landscape. Every glance over at her would bring a new, titillating daydream, and my cock started to harden. Little did I know these fantasies were foreshadowing the miles and days ahead.I pulled the car over. I knewit would be the last one I would ever give him. He told Al-Mansur that he wouldcall him back and relaxed on the bed, enjoying my ministrations. I soon had amouthful of his essence, and savored it as it would be the last time I couldtaste him. After his orgasm Paul lied back on the bed, looking at thesun streaming through the open window, and said nothing. I was much more forwardthen, so I asked him not if, but when would he send me to Al-Mansur. To mysurprise he answered that he could not. .i was seeing something like that for first time in my life but controlled my self and told her the word.My rod was getting its strength now and automatically my mind was going on the sexual direction ..i went again to my seat but was thinking about that milky bars only.again she called me and asked a different word again I went told her about it ,but then she said “yaha hi baith jao Aga bhi zaroorat padegi” and I dint wait a second to sit down besides her .as I sat down I was sitting a bit far. The shoes were going to be a problem though, they were so high that Icould barely totter about in them with short mincing, girly foot-steps.I finished of the outfit with a white pearl neck-lace and two matchingbrace-lets that he had left out.By 12.45pm I was ready and waiting, my heart is racing and my handsshaking.JOHNLuckily my former wife had been a bridesmaid at one of her friend'swedding a couple of years ago; she had kept the dress because of howpretty it looked and she had worn it since.