Please let me worship you!" I said. > "Fucking shit-hole faggot." he said, and he spat in my face. His spit was thick and heavy and it ran down my for...head, over my nose and onto my lips. The cameras zoomed in for a close-up. I opened up my mouth. "Please, please, Sir, spit in my dirty faggot mouth." I had been rehearsing for this moment all my life. > "You fucking homo, you gotta earn it. You gotta earn my fucking spit!" > I did. It was true. Billy's spit was more precious than anything I had. I said that I would be glad to have it. After about 10 minutes she came with 2 cups of tea and we drank it chatting about general happenings in our area. Then she said that she would have a bath and asked me to have lunch with her at her home. I agreed to it, and she went for bath. Normally she goes to bring her son from school at 12:30 pm and take lunch, but today she said that her sister is going to take him from school to her home, and will drop him in evening. So she went for a bath and I. We walked for about 20 minutes and I was at my hotel, Thanks Jamal maybe I will see you again 1 day. he said you can invite me up for drinks if you want and you ring your wife and tell here I am here wanting to talk to her, Ok sounds good to me.I got upstairs and opened the mini bar and I poured us a drink and I rang Susan on the i-pad to video call her, when she answered she was like hello darling where have you been and what are you doing, I turned the I-pad round and showed her Jamal and she. She got rid of her bra and panty instantly, I got rid of my shorts and my dick was already saluting her gorgeous body. We climbed onto the bed and slipped under the blanket. We lay down spooning each other, my hands holding her private parts and my dick poking at her ass as always. This is how we loved to sleep and this is how we always slept.Few minutes passed by and I started rubbing my hands on those yummilicious melons just to feel them while I go into sleep. A little bit of feeling them.