I needed to get out anyway before I turned into a prune." We both laughed. "I'm Sam" I said as I went to shake his hand. "Hi, I'm Steve" he said as he...shook my hand. I made my way over to the cart as Steve was putting the tray on the desk area. "Is this an ok spot to set up?" Steve asked. "Perfect" I told him. I was checking Steve out from head to toe. Again, his bicep muscles made his shirt super tight in all the right spots. "If I can just get your signature here sir" Steve said. "Don't call. It just looked like it would be comfortable for when I get out of the shower. Also it will help keep me warm." She said while shooting me a big smile.Changing her expression and now looking at me with those needy eyes, she says "Master, I cleaned myself for you. Would you like to inspect me to make sure I did a good job?" Her eyes now frozen with fear at what she had just said. She didn't know how I would respond. She had never called him Master before, much less actually initiating any. Some reason instinctively starting sucking on his head. Man he tasted good for a cock. He gave me a low moan for my actions which caused me to suck harder. The look of pleasure on his face only wanted me to please him more. Then he pulled it away and left me gasping like a hungry nympho. He walk away sit down on the loungers they set up he and motion for me to come to him with the wave of his hand. I got up and walked over got down on my knees, look inside his eyes and started blowing him. I. “My question for you is where will you live with our daughters, in your homeland of Canada? Jenny has never lived away from home.”“Sula has wondered the same thing to me. Where we will live will be discussed.”“We want our daughters to be able to live happy, safe lives, no matter where it is.”“This special day demands a celebration!” Afia’s father declared.“I agree,” Jenny’s dad proclaimed.“Scott has to stay in the hotel room until he’s allowed to leave by the Ghanaian government,” Jenny.