In the Holy Land though, in His Land and His Domain, it would be sacrilege to utter these words in anything above a whisper. For every grain of sand, ...very wisp of air, and every drop of water carried everything back to him: voice, thought and deed.As he bowed low in homage to the creation of God all around him he felt the striking of grandiose, majestic chords buried deep inside his very essence and soul. He felt pride in his heritage, his people, and his purpose.He cast it swiftly aside,. Soon she let go her husband and leaned back while he got behind me and started licking my ass. Gettting a finger in there slowly. That's when it occured to me that earlier i mentionned how i enjoyed anal sex.She turned around, got her knees on the couch so i could lick her from the back. I went from her pussy to anus a couple of times. That's when i felt his big cock slowly entering my ass. It hurt for the first minute but it quickly got exciting. slowly going back and forth, feeling his skin. Those were horribly long nights out waiting till I could get her home and undress her down to her undies and run my hands over her new silk. I would bite her hard nipples through the material, and my favourite was poking the material covering her pussy with my tounge. I'd then just pull the gusset to one side and work on her that way. I rarely took her underwear off until after we finished. I progressed to checking her soiled panties after one night when I'd arrived early and she was still in. "Dirk stuck his head in the doorway. "Trudy, Peterson is yelling for you."I smiled ruefully at Melissa and took one last bite. "Jamaica, I think. Yes, definitely Jamaica." You want to run that by me one more time," I said, trying to wrap my brain around what my boss had just told me."What part of English don't you understand, Tolliver?" Mr. Peterson asked, rummaging in his desk for a cigar. "You're going undercover as an escort." Escort as in escort service?" You know of another kind?" He gave.