It's the one called TheArabian Riff, or sometimes The Streets of Cairo. But mostly, people justthink of it as the snake charmer music. You know that...one, sometimeswith the lyrics, "All the girls in France, do the hoochie-coochie dance."Anyway, I slowly rose, my cramped muscles protesting, the lid of thebasket balanced atop my head. I had on a harem girl outfit, completewith black eye make-up and hoop earrings. As I continued the nasal tune,sounding like a fakir's pipe, I gradually. Mom was sucking my cock and it felt wonderful, much better, very much better than when I masturbated. I could tell that I was very close to having an ejaculation.“Mom, I am going to cum!”She nodded and gently caressed my testicle sack as she continued sucking. I could hold it no longer. I looked down as I watched her cheeks. They would puff out as her mouth was filled with my semen. Then her cheeks would hollow as she would swallow, time after time until I had nothing left in my balls.Mom then. “No, don’t…” she whimpered. I pushed a little deeper. “No, I want…” was all she got out before I pulled my finger out and slowly slid my cock in its place. My cock was in Laura before she knew it. I was pumping my cock, faster and harder. “Fuck, Laura. Your ass is so tight,” I moaned.“Bret, I don’t want…” She paused. “I don’t want you to stop. Yes. Fuck my ass, Bret. Oh, that feels so good.” She pushed back as I thrust forward. We both reached climax simultaneously. After we both. Itwas intimate with three rows of stadium seating close to the stage. Fredand Julie were among the twenty or so observers comfortably ensconced inhigh backed chairs. Three unclothed Asian women were video tapingeverything from different angles. There were live feeds to a dozen ormore monitors on the walls. The two men pounced on me so quickly and violently I did scream. I hadmy waist cincher on, but they ripped open the bodice of my dress andtore away my bra. In the process they scratched my.