Hasan was from Lebanon, from Beirut. He was also vacationing in Thailand and was a tourist agent, in Beirut. Lebanon has as many ancient ruins, like t...ose of Greece and Italy. ?Hey listen, Hasan. I have got to go the toilet. Could you watch my drink for me, please?, Claire had asked. ?No problem?, he replied back in French, since he could speak French as well, to Claire. Claire got up from her seat and walked to the table. She didn?t finish her drink. But while she had been gone, Hasan took. Even as she was focused on the seed filling her womb, she quivered more at the feel of a huge quantity of cum squirting into her ass. "Oh how I want to be bred too! I want a black baby growing inside my womb while Sharon has one growing in hers!" Maureen thought as her body shook and quivered. Knowing she couldn't conceive any longer didn't stop the craving she felt, along with the weight of the massive flood of hot cum that was now housed in her willing womb.Suddenly Maureen's body was empty. "Don't think that what I say here is only for them," I said. "It's true that a two concubine household is more likely to have some of the problems I talk about, but they can show up anywhere."The girl looked surprised. "But how can it pertain to me?" I'll get to that. However, we aren't done with backgrounds. How many of you are the senior concubine, or at least feel you are?"This time every girl, except for Maxine, raised her hand. Maxine giggled. "Hey, I'm not that proud. My mom only pays. He was entirely on-board with me unbuttoning his jeans. I pulled them down, leaving the boxers; you have to be careful with cocks, not get them caught. Of course he was sporting a ramrod, pulling the fabric into a cone. I made sure to have an expression of daunted delight, shading toward awe. He was lapping it up.And then I slid the boxers off, revealing him in full. The daunting and the awe both grew.He wore a satisfied smile. “Ain’t you never seen a real man before, honey?”“I ... I never...”.