“What would you like to drink?” I asked trying to be the gent. “Water” “Water? What’s wrong with you?” I said jokingly. “Nothing, I ju...t want to keep a clear head for later” I little confused by the comment, but trying not to get a head of myself I went and ordered the drinks. I got a beer and brought them over to the table. Bex had settled down in a small booth in the corner of the room. We sat drinking our drinks, my head getting a little hazy from the alcohol, we flirted outrageously,. There were musicians strumming traditional instruments, which was unfortunate because Arabic music doesn’t half get on my tits.Some men where dressed in white thobes, but with white rather than checkered cloth on their heads. Their beards were more intense, bushier, than with the others. Asim pointed out to me that these men were clerics, members of the Council of Senior Scholars. This ‘ulema’ is the reason king Salman and those before him are in power: the Saudi Royal Family has always. You are mine for tonight” He gave me a drink it was Vodka, he knew I get tipsy easily two drinks down he did not do anything he did not say anything. Truth being after he said he was going to do everything to me I was excited I could feel the horny cat in me rising and my pussy getting a little wet after thinking what he would. After my two drinks finished. I was 100% in my senses but wanted to be fucked now. He came close to me I was ready. He got behind me and grabbed me.I could feel his. The white fist obliged, ramming deeper and faster into the shaved black snatch, the pink core disappearing completely inside the black lips as the fist stretched the cunt it invaded. ‘Oh fuck, faster, faster ‘ screamed the black girl, almost squealing. ‘Cum for me, slut. Cum all over my fist,’ ordered the masseuse. The black girl just let out a guttural moaning scream in response, her voice shaking with the pounding her pussy was getting. The white fist, now almost imbedding itself half-way up.