"Oh God, yes, fuck my whore asshole. Take me like the slut I am. Please, give me all of your dick!" She wailed, and I was only too happy to comply wit... her wishes. I pounded into her and she continued to beg me to fuck her harder. Finally, I could last no longer, and shot my own hot load up her asshole. She screamed, experiencing another orgasm as I came. After that, we fell together in a heap and slept 'til the next day. That was the first, but by far not the last time that Cindy has been. S. Marshals now. I didn’t use the shoulder holster and put my gun into a belt clip holster. I had the girls pack an overnight bag since we would probably have to stay over somewhere because of flight hours. Fran and I carried our equipment cases, and I also had my flight case with an extra shirt and toiletries.We were at the airpark within that thirty minute time frame I had given. A tech was finished with the exterior check, and another one had the APU running. I checked with the charter desk. Her own saliva spread across her face as he whacked her with it several more times. He leaned forward and again rubbed his scrotum across her face, smearing her spit into her hair and across her cheeks and forehead. Finally he pulled back and took a step back. He pulled her hair toward him, causing her to scramble up. His body half bent to meet her and he spit on her face. “You dirty fucking tease…” he said, trailing off.Amanda moaned, the wetness now spread down her thighs. She wasn’t circling. " I smiled. "Well I've had massages before but mainly from women." "Mainly?" "Yes, but I had a male massage in Egypt recently." "Interesting, enjoy it?" "Well yes and I suppose that's why I'm here," I told him finishing my wine. Well we'd better see if we can compete with Egypt hadn't we? Ready?" "Yes of course." He took me into one of the bedrooms that had been converted into a salon. There was a sideboard with piles of towels, talcum powders, oils, tissues and sweet smelling candles.