I was panting, on the edge of orgasm. His tongue headed south, south to my anus, where he discovered my butt plug.“That pompous twat said you were a...dirty whore, looks like he knew what he was talking about.”He pulled the plug, inching it out of me, before thrusting it back inside me, at the same time, he hooked two finger inside me, hooking up, and finding my G-spot first time, his thumb was on my clit, massaging it, as his fingers massaged my G-spot. I came suddenly, loudly and forcefully. I. Sorry. I just can’t do it. It’s just not for me. I have tried to represent my country of origin, the Republic of Haiti, to the best of my abilities. I am a writer. It’s who I am and it’s what I do. So I used that venue to make a difference in the lives of others. That’s why I wrote a Haitian-American science fiction anthology. I also wrote about Haitian Bisexuality and Haitian Lesbians. Hell, I even wrote about Haitian Transsexuals. The lives and loves of GLBT people are fascinating. Yet very. My shirt was already unbuttoned.Sanya lifted her right leg towards me. I took her heels in my hand and gently unbuckled it and dropped it on the floor.I took her pretty foot in my hand, toes painted pink. I sucked her toes nicely, making her moan.I then unbuckled her other heel and sucked her pretty toes.I slowly made my way up, and undid her palazzos. She brought her hands down, “no, no, we can’t do this”.But she let me take them off anyway. Her black nylon panties the only piece of clothing. It wouldn’t budge. I yanked for all I was worth, but it was stuck in place. As the car reached where I should turn to the shop, the car was not out of gear to coast up in place. I kept the car straight on the unused road, still pulling at the shifter lever for all I was worth. As I rolled well past the shop, I decided I would need help, or an adjustment.I turned the fuel valve off and listened as the car starved itself of fuel and chugged to a stop. I flipped the ignition back to off moments.