I thought of little else.In fact after about an hour, I pulled over at the next services, contemplated calling the number, and then even though I had ...iven up smoking nearly three years ago, bought a pack of cigarettes.I didn’t call him though. But I had smoked three of the cigarettes before I even realised that I was driving back the wrong direction!I threw the rest away and turned around. Then stopped at the same services and bought some more!God by the time I eventually got to the hotel. In spite of Mark not caring much for Vietnamese food, he did enjoy getting together with the Expedition team once a month. Sometimes, maybe even most of the time, there wasn't much new to report, but they'd kept at being ready, in case they should ever get the permission to search for traces of Toivo. It could have easily degenerated into a monthly poker game, but the handful of veterans hung in there, and all of the Expedition staff, except for the archaeologist, Rod Matson, who could rarely. I didn’t get more than a couple of polite sips from my wine cooler before these guys began giving my ass and breasts a squeeze every so often. The conversation quickly turned to me, my assets, and what a hot looking little black cock slut I was. One of the guys asked me flat out if I fucked white guys, I didn’t have a coy reply so I just told him the truth, that I had never fucked a white guy. All of the guys congratulated me on being a real live black cock slut. Another guy left saying it was. Unable to stop myself, I slowly moved my hands up to the front of her yellow school blouse and started feeling and fingering her lovely little nipples through the fresh cotton."Donny, Ooooooooh, Donny," she sobbed as I felt her nipples harden, "I ... I love you playing with my little nipples."I kept this up for a good few minutes till Susie started trembling, making her croak, "F ... feel me, Darling, put your hand up my school skirt and feel me through my bottle green knickers - I ... I wore.