He was shorter and stockier than his boss, his face marred by scars on his forehead and chin. He was ugly, but his muscles were impressive and his eye... held a certain charisma. Imari made a gesture to some of the militiamen, who quickly formed a line in front of the frightened tourists. They aimed their weapons. “Now, you will all obey me. You are my American sex slaves now…nothing more. The sooner you understand this the better. Let us begin. Take off your clothes. Now!” The General’s words. I slide my hand up your leg and discover that you aren’t wearing any panties. Your pussy is wet and I use that wetness to slide my middle finger around your clit and then tease it. He pulls your dress up to your waist. You are completely exposed. I stop kissing you and swing your legs up on the couch as he pulls your dress up over your head and off. He then lifts you by the shoulders so your head is on the arm of the couch and I push your legs open so that one foot is on the floor. He. .Whenever I return to Nanterre, my pants are immediately wet and I feel a big void in the bottom of my stomach and I look around for the heads of very old Muslims who may have fucked me with my mom so long ago ! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-J'ai grandi dans une ville de la banlieue parisienne où il y avait énormément de musulmans et ma mère était une travailleuse sociale qui formait avec mon père un couple entièrement libéré... Bref elle avait des amants avec le plein accord de mon père, et dans le cadre. As soon as she left I phoned Max, and he was in my living room twenty minutes later. I made us drinks, but after a few sips we were tearing at each other's clothing. He lost no time throwing me on the couch and lubing me up. Then I was on my stomach, ass in the air, and he was easing his big cock up my butt. It felt so good! He was pouring it to me, and I was almost ready to cum when I head a small click, then a gasp."Oh my God!" Marcie screamed."Honey, I can explain," Max said for me. His cock.