The wedding was a small event, only family and our closest friends were invited. Eric and I didn’t want, or have the money, to spend on anything lar...er. We didn’t want to cater to any guests we barely knew or hadn’t even seen in years. I think there is some old saying about the reception being for the guests. Why should it be? This is OUR day, to celebrate OUR union, the only people that needed to be there were the ones we loved the most and would celebrate with us, not simply pretend to join. I didnt care about her pain, i kept pounding her till her screams turned to moans. Now she still didnt wanted to have sex with me but she couldnt stop enjoying it. I could sense her reaching climax a couple of times. I was about to cum too, i shoved my cock inside her mouth and bursted out a load in her throat forcing her to swallow. I fucked her again that night. Next day she was embarrassed, she came to me and told me it was all a mistake and shouldnt happen again. I grabbed her by her hair,. ?Charge?? Farah was astonished at the question. She got the idea that he was hinting that she was some kind of prostitute for hire, as she had been dressed very sexy and did not wear a burka.Farah shook her head, thinking that all Arabs men were disgusting savages who paid women for sex.?So where are you from?? Farah asked.?I am from Dubai,? the Arab guy nodded and still continued smiling.?And what is your name?? Farah asked him.?I am Sayed,? the fat Arab guy smiled.Farah got up from her seat. My eyes drifted to his location from time to time and i struggeld to keep my mind on my breathing.One time i am sure i caught him staring at me. After class i walked to my car and was moving off when i saw him walking in my direction, he smiled and nodded and i instinctively asked him if he needed a lift up the road. He said that would be great and jumped in.He was in his shorts and slip-on shoes with a wet t-shirt and a loose jackethis thighs were so gorgeous and right there in my car next to.