Because he was a child of Western corrupted Arabs, he almost saw his handsome Western features as a flaw -- an ugly disfigurement. Yet, combined with ...is 6'3" frame, he somehow passed unmolested through customs -- another wealthy and tanned Euro-Playboy on his way to another pleasure dome. He contemplated the stupidity of the customs officers he'd met. Hanging from the mirror, he regarded 2 sets of chains with bent and broken metal tags attached. He remembered how proud he was on the occasion. Ranger continued sucking on her clit and she had to kick him away with one sharp red heel as she was unable to stand the assault on the sensitive nub. A muffled groan sounded from the injured Ranger as the vibrator withdrew from her She was still reeling from the orgasm and barely noticed the men had traded positions until she heard the rasp as buttons glided from holes and zippers were released. She heard the softer sounds of their cotton T-shirts – Ranger’s solid black, Joe’s Knicks t-shirt –. She looked at me carefully, then handed me the dependent ID card. I handed it back with the ten twenties. I pulled her to me. She didn't want to kiss but did. She didn't want girlfriend sex; she wanted me to get it over and leave. She pulled away and dropped to her knees. She took me in her mouth. I moved her head away, and she got on the bed and spread her legs. She had lubed her sex with KY. I slid in without a rubber. I bottomed out on the first thrust. She squeezed me and had the milking. Ever since our first time coming together I knew that I never wanted to be buried inside another woman. I wanted to be with my baby girl and no one else. No one would ever come close to feeling so right. The possessiveness in her touch sent shivers down my spine as she reached out and took a tight hold of my cock. A quiet groan filled the air as it left my mouth. My daughter’s hand lazily rubbed up and down, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy but always pulling me back to earth. “Daddy…Can I.