In one of my underground fights an Arab babe who was wearing burqa had seen me being scolded by my coach for not paying and offered me help on a condi...ion that I would meet her in a Hotel where she would pay me.I had no idea what would happen later on.We met in the hotel room and she was still covered in her Burqa.It was an awesome 3 star hotel.She told me she would pay for my training only if I would impregnate her.Without a second thought I agreed.She removed her Burqa and she was heavenly. Something special was going to happen. I had sexual experience and so did she, but I never managed to last long enough to make her cum. But something special was going to happen.I gently laid Kristen down on my bed. I slowly began to lift her shirt off to get a chance to touch her beautiful breasts. Kristen had a nice set of tits, bigger than my hand but still nice and round. Slowly but surely I remove her bra. Sometimes she would wear bras that were a total bitch to remove. After some. I slip into black court shoes with a four-inch heel and a classiccurve. I accent my makeup. She likes it light, not too heavy. I wear softperfume or body spray in the evening to impress my husband Lyla. Shedoesn't like strong perfumes so I hold back on my preferences to please herand only her. Regardless, I enjoy dressing up as her very own call girl, toplease and tease her, the way she has taught me to sexually excite her, tohelp her reach climax.I take her robe in my hand, along with a change. ” He was put in the back seat of the car, with a man who was already there. The two other men got into the front seat and he heard all the doors lock. No one spoke. The car moved off. All at once the man sitting next to him pulled his arms behind his back, snapped on handcuffs, and yanked a hood over his head. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Travis yelled. No one answered. Now he was sure he had been mistaken for a terrorist. They drove for a while before the car turned onto what the sound of the.