– ‘You’ve been to Algeria?’ she asked, surprised. – ‘No – sorry. I didn’t mean to give that impression. Closest I’ve ever been was ...orocco.’ – ‘Pretty close. I’ve been there, too.’ said Christina. ‘Did you enjoy it?’ – ‘Very much.’ I said. ‘Marrakech was interesting, but my favorite spot was Essaouira, on the coast.’ – ‘You and Jimi Hendrix.’ she laughed. ‘Cat Stevens liked it, too.’ – ‘Don’t forget Orson Welles.’ I added. He filmed Othello there in the 1950s. That random thought – Othello. The slender young Liberian was no match for my powers, with one mare touch from my hand I could feel her whole body shake from an orgasm. “Master my body feels so hot, my pussy never been this wet. “She howled while play with her cunt. “Become my women and you will feel pleasure like this every day.” She nodded and took me to the break room. She immediately strips down to nothing but her panties. “Fuck me; fuck my pussy until I have your baby master.”Seeing the face of a woman who I had admired. " And how does this feel" he asked brushing his lips against hers."Mmmmmm, nice, but you shooouldn't."Sarah 's temperature was rising as fast as her resolve was dissolving."How about this? he queried, his hand gently finding and grasping her buttocks."Oh, Pauuuul, no, I..." she slurred."Or this?" he continued pulling her completely against him.Her eyes widened as she felt his erection even through the heavy material of her dress. Starting to pull away, but hesitating, unsuccessfully fighting. Brett made her cum several more times before he relented and stopped his blitzkrieg of her tortured clit. Maria lay there slouched down on the sofa, panting, her body shiny with sweat and dripping her juices into the puddle she had made on the hardwood floor under her. She moaned, her head swaying side to side, as she tried to make sense of her lust-addled mind.He rose to his feet, standing in front of her for a moment before he pulled her up to him. He noted with satisfaction that she no.