She kept telling me good it felt and neither of us could resist tasting the succulent cocktail of pussy juices that we were both excreting. “No wond...r men enjoy licking pussy so much,” she said, “It’s delicious.” “It’s not only men that enjoy licking pussy,” I whispered, “Let’s do it properly.” We disconnected and got into a position were we could pleasure each with our fingers and tongues then Helen remarked that my fingers were the only sexual penetration she’d had in over two years. “In that. She stared at me for a second, the closed the window once more. My heart sank, I really had enjoyed listening. As I turned toward the road, I heard the door unlock, and there she stood, just in her nightdress. She turned, and walked softly up the stairs, looking back at me as she got to the top, then carried on walking. I needed no further invitation, and came into the house, closing the door behind me. I followed the path she had taken, until I walked into her bedroom, nervously. There she. I agree to be a piece of wall art for a dinner party a rich man is giving. Two friends and I make the preparations ahead of time. We build a box, that fit the dimensions of a doorway. I am halfway encased in the box. My breasts, cock and face rise above the horizon, and the rest of me is plastered in. It is as if, the front layer of me was peeled off. My arms are behind my back, in leather cuffs. My ass is exposed, for practical purposes. At the house, I am carefully wheeled into an open. "53 groaned. "He seems the possessive type." That's why we brought you along," I giggled, hooking my arm through Lize's and striding across the food court towards them.The man stopped, his eyes falling upon our exposed breasts, and a smile crossed his lips. A few years ago I had been a model, and I was very acquainted with Saudi men. They were all pigs, loving us Western women and our uninhibited sexual ways. They would shower you with gifts: jewels, money, clothing, anything to get you to.