I am one of them. It's not like that in Europe. It sure as hell isn't like that in the Middle East. It's not like that in Africa, where if you are the...wrong tribe, you just might die by machete. To be an American is something that happens inside your head. Once it is there, it isn't ever leaving. If you are an American, you know what I mean, especially if you weren't born an American. But if you are from somewhere else and don't live in America, I promise you, you will never get it, even if you. 'I can't really see you though so yeah... I guess it's alright'. She laughed. 'Who broke the light?' I complained. 'Stop being grumpy, it was probably you'. She said quietly as she continued to fiddle with it. 'Hang on a second, maybe it will work if I turn the one outside off.' She went outside, turned it off and came back in. Now it was really black and I couldn't see a thing, so when she came back in she tripped in the doorway next to me, and having nowhere else to fall, ontop of me. She let. The tip of my nose slid up her ass and I kept sniffing.“Is it clean?”“Yes Mistress.”“Good. Now, kiss it. Kiss my clean asshole.”I pursed my lips and kissed her asshole. I thought I would explode! I kissed her ass-opening; I kissed every inch of her puckered hole. I pressed the tip of my tongue against her asshole and my cock immediately stung again from her slap. I jerked my tongue back into my mouth and kissed her asshole until I thought my lips would fall off.“Clean? You’re sure my ass. Fucking hell, jeez” is all could say, emptying my balls into the padded envelope.“Well young Gemma, that’s probably the best wank I’ve ever had” I said as I zip myself up.“Pleased to be of satisfaction, I nearly came myself. So if you can now kindly fuck-off, I’m going to have myself a proper wank”.“Have fun” I said walking back down the stairs.Laura certainly had fun when I told her all about the episode.Then there was the time I decided to have a bit fun with Gemma, sort of turn the tables a.