Meine Dissertation handelte von der arabischen Kultur, und ich wusste, dass ich als Neuer etwas veröffentlichen musste um weiter zu kommen. Also plan...e ich ein Buch über die Geschichte der Beduinen zu schreiben. Lindsay hat einen Master-Abschluss in Englisch und konnte das Buch lektorieren, und sie teilte meine Faszination der arabischen Kultur. Sie arbeitete auch an der Universität. Diese besondere Bildungsreise in die Nähe von Amman würde uns ein Eintauchen in die Beduinenkultur. Yes, yes, I know it's hard to type with those long nails but they do look lovely. You do like them don't you? Yes, I thought you did. I never realized what soft pretty hands you have. Look I'm sorry I called you dumb. No I didn't mean it. Yes, I cross my heart. Forget that for now, will you please? Stop sniffling. I'm talking about something completely different. For god's sake you spelled his name wrong twice and how many times do I have to tell you? Remember, it's like that little. What’s up?”“No problems with the team?”I knew what she was getting at now. She wanted to make sure that my visit with Papiya hadn’t caused any trouble.“No, of course not,” I replied. “Why would there be?”“I told Papiya she should wait until the project was turned in before she slept with you. I was afraid that you might be upset with her.”“Upset? Why the hell would I be upset?”“You don’t know?”“Know what?” I asked, now a bit worried.“You don’t live on campus! I bet you don’t hang out with too. He pulled her down to him and kissed her but continued pounding her pussy even as she came on his cock. Annie wrapped her arms around him and clung tightly to her man, riding him for all she was worth. He took her punished nipple into his mouth and bit down as he groaned loudly. With a final thrust he impaled her, holding himself deep inside her as he added his own white hot cum to hers, mixing the two in her pussy before it leaked out around his rigid, pulsing member. Annie collapsed on his.