Sure, see ya soon ...Later that night I get a text message "hey, hope you dont mind i got your contact number off the site ! ;)". Sweet ... A few txts...later, things are getting very suggestive. We arrange to meet up for a few drinks later that week. Getting a good feeling about this I thought to myself.Later on that week, sitting at the bar stirring my drink - a hand slips into my back pocket. I grab it, at first thinking someone is trying to take my wallet. There she is, cheeky smile, dolled. " Tell me who your master is." Jafar?" she said, still uncertain."Again. In full. Not just who he is. Tell me What he is. It will feelgood to say it." Jafar is my master," Alana said shyly."You don't sound sure. Again!" Jafar is my master," she repeated.Without letting go of the staff, Jasmine took hold of her newly slenderhand, reaching lower, she guided the hand to the girl's nethers,intending to acquaint her with her new body."Repeat." Jafar is my master," Alana gasped, "Jafar is my. She lowered her head to the couch pushing her pussy higher for easy entrance. I drove in deeper. Her pussy was quivering and grabbing my cock. I felt her pulsing tempo rise. My cock felt the rush of my impending ejaculation. I quickened the pace and exploded inside her as she let out a loud long scream. She screamed, “I’M CUMMING! OH YEAH! HERE IT COMES! OH! OH! Keep Fucking Me! I Don’t Want It to Stop Ever!” I kept ramming my throbbing cock into her quivering pussy until I was completely. Hell, if that’s the worst of it that’d make you the most honest person I ever worked with.” He added after a pause, “yes, ever. Now just let me eat my breakfast in peace and we’ll get to work.”I tried to leave him in peace, but when I heard the sizzling I had to get up and go over. “Whatcha cooking?”He looked at me stupefied, “bacon.”Oh my, I can’t even describe to you the loveliness of that smell, salty and meaty and mouth watering. My eyes must have been as big as saucers staring at it. My.