I couldn’t submit this story as my old account got deleted but you all can still mail me on For those who haven’t read the first part here’s a b...ief. I got an interview in which Ali selected me to Dubai then I came to know that he is a womanizer. One evening when he was sleeping in my house we had drinks and then Ali and his brother slept in my bedroom while I and my wife slept in the guest room. With severe head-ache I went to the bathroom in Ali’s bedroom and slept there. When I woke up again. I’ve thought about this a lot lately. I imagine it starting slow, sensual and hesitant but I know that it would quickly become animalistic, fast and would, naturally, lead to you stripping off all of my clothes. I can feel electrical jolts zinging towards my pussy as I write you this letter. I can feel the familiar trickle of arousal on my leg as I think about it. I don’t care about the photograph of your boring wife you keep in your wallet. Yeah, I’ve seen it. Forget about her, she can’t do. As I got up I saw both Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, “Damnit” I thought. Mr. Jenkins asked what I was doing downstairs, and I just told him I was looked around the entire house, admiring the new additions (They actually rearranged everything and added a new floor to the house a few months ago). He shrugged it off and asked if Owen was any trouble. I replied a simple no. I don’t think Mr. Jenkins noticed the small bulge in my jeans but I think Mrs. Jenkins did. Mrs. Jenkins turned to Mr. Jenkins and. No matter, he was. He never slowed until near the end of my last release, then he had his. His hot jizz exploded into me. Pulse after pulse, filling me. This had to be heaven, or at least heaven on earth.After his last pulse, he was exhausted, as was I. He collapsed on me, trying to hold his weight off me. I whispered for him to just relax, I could take it, and he did. Another feeling I love, a man assaulting me a few seconds before, now surrendering to his drained body.His weight did not.