I felt his tongue, his rough tongue, lapping and probing. I tried to push his head away again, but he wouldnt budge. " Zeus !" I said out load " What ...o you think your doing" I can't seem to get away, he is so big and strong, I'm pinned against the toilet. I felt his tongue again, he had found his mark, and was lapping faster, I felt my juices flowing in my pussy, his rough tongue went all the way around, licked my ass and dragged his tongue up between my lips to my clit. Already off balance,. It was mounted to a belt and she attached thistightly behind me crushing my lips to my teeth. She started to pumpsomething attached to the ball filling my mouth so that I could onlymake mmmmm noises. She said speaking was not necessary and some of theprocedures might hurt a little and she did not want any undue fuss.I heard a whirling noise and realised my arms were being raised. I waslifted from my feet and held dangling. This was a strain on my arms andI was raised further until the feet. She was precisely what so many African men I'd personally chatted with during our planning to go to Kenya, and now here to Morocco, desired the most---a beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed, Caucasian female. This was so in large part because of the long historical barrier that whites had tried to erect, and maintain with brutal ruthlessness, for centuries. A woman like Mara was nothing less than the ultimate fantasy for these men; which was understandable. The thing most denied, is often the thing. The finger slid effortlessly in to my sexed up my pussy, sliding to the front wall of my cunt and pressed quite forcefully onto my Gspot. We had an expert in our midst as the fingertip pressed on the spongey fleshy spot and began to oscillate frantically. I slid the cock from my mouth and rested my head on Paul’s lap as the intruding finger took my libido up to defcon 1. The finger was working at warp speed as the squelching sounds emanating from my pussy grew louder and louder. The friction.