" Pretty name. Is that an Arab name?" It's Jewish. It can be an Arabic name, but I'm Jewish." Jews. Arabs. They're all the same aren't they? Is there ...uch left of Israel now? I saw the news about it on the TV years ago. Tragic, isn't it? My name's Zoe. That's a Jewish name too, isn't it? But I'm not Jewish. I'm English. I'm thousands or millions of generations of English. My family was here before the Romans. Either that or they came over with the Normans. Whatever. Stinking rich my family. For. It struck her like a jolt from an electrical outlet, it felt so good. What was it that she had discovered up her vaginal canal? Whatever it was, she would have to purposely touch it again.She instinctively moved her other leg out at the hip and drew it up at the knee, spreading her legs apart completely as she opened up her wanting crotch to her eager hand probe. Her other hand was busily comforting her breasts once again as her breaths became labored with the building of her urges. She was. "Yes, Master." she said and resumed her work. A moment later she heard him groan and felt his hot seed shoot down her throat. She swallowed greedily and just as her Master had ordered, not a single drop fell on the shower floor. She swallowed ever bit of his hot cum and then sucked the last drops from the tip. Licking the shaft and head to insure not a morsel of his precious cum would be wasted. Finally she sat there on the shower floor nuzzling the softening cock and kissing his balls and. “Hmm” she said, he’s hot mussel, and off they went giggling “oh we will not be late, were not clubbin tonight, see you about 10:30. “Ok,” I said a little shyly as I was not used to a woman coming at me like that. Just after 10:30, Susan arrived home on her own, one babycham too many and flopped down on the sofa next to me. There was not much on TV but colour programs were just coming in so it was fun to watch. My attention was soon moved to Susan, I could feel her body giving off a nice warm.