I had assisted him in carrying all the immigration procedures and even traveling with him back to Bangladesh to further assist her. That was the first...time I met her. I called her “chachee” and introduced myself to her and explained the procedure and what was going to happen. She was a few years older than me and was the typical bengali women. She was fair in complexion and a bit plump but with meat in the right areas, big round breast which complimented her thick thighs and ass, surprisingly. My legs started to shake and I exploded just as she was pulling off. My load squirted all over her face and she screamed in delight as she lapped it up. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the floor with her. We both lay there on out backs breathing heavily for a while. Then I looked at her and leaned over to snog her again. I could taste my own products in her mouth as our tongues danced around each other. As we kissed, her hands searched my body and found their way to my hips. She pulled. Finding a table and continuing to drink, the topic of conversation was again focused on my breasts. It was making me horny. The other man left us for a cigarette, giving us a quick chance to talk. I wanted him to touch me again, however I was informed that the other man had said to my master that they should have one breast each and suck on my nipples. I was then asked what I thought, and seeing as I would love a mmf, a chance to have two cocks at my leisure, I agreed. I knew my master wanted. It wont be the last blow job that I'll give him this week. Maybe you'd like to blow him too?”“Hmm. I'm not sure about that. What does it taste like?”“I like it, but it is impossible to describe. You should try it at least once.”“Maybe.”After breakfast Suzanne drove us to Adelaide uni in her car. She parked in an area reserved for students which was quite a walk from the building that we were headed for. I was not surprised that Suzanne got many wolf whistles as we walked together across the.