The calling tells me where to find the one like me, the compliment, the confidant, the one who hears my Darkness calling out to her. I have tried at t...mes to fight the call, I even managed to suppress it deep inside for a while. I buried myself in my work and in my hobbies and in making plans to while away the hours. No matter what I did to occupy my mind however my soul always heard the call. It wasn’t always from the same direction, and it certainly wasn’t always from the same person, but. I wanted to push her over the edge and give her the first of what would be many orgasms. So just when I thought she could see the peak of Mount Orgasm, I suddenly, and without warning, pulled my fingers from her pussy. At that same instant, I sucked hard on her clit, holding it in my mouth by biting gently just behind the bud.Then I shoved my index finger as far into her tight ass as I could get it! Her asshole was already lubricated by the juices that had trickled down from her drooling pussy. Aurélie had removed her shoes and was lying backward on the passenger's seat, trying to get a little rest. She had not yet quite accustomed herself to the time difference. She stretched her legs, resting her feet on the front of the car while crossing her fingers behind her head, remembering what she had already seen.The day before Pablo had brought her to visit to the inquisition museum in Mexico City. It had turned out disappointing because of its lack of instruments displayed, and the fact. Most had been farm laborers back home; and none any much more than a eighth, or ninth grade education at most! They were all, without exception very hard working guys, and universally Catholic. So, for most of them, allowing me to suck their cocks (while paying them well for the opportunity, of course) was fraught with some reservation, not to mention a touch of guilt! But, the need for extra cash (there was never enough of that for them), is what primarily drove to come to my humble apartment.