It was decorated with green artificial leaves and wide ribbons upon which were inscriptions from the Q'uran in Arabic.Laying beside that, was an open ...croll on which was written, Underneath the crescent and star,'May Allah protect the land and the people of Lebanon and keep her safe from the infidel'.Infidel, or faithless, in this case meant anyone who would cause her people harm rather than non-Moslems.Around the room were placed copies of the Q'uran, one for every invited guest.Mo' was not. It felt so good she shuddered with the joy of it.As for Bobby, he was in a whole different world of amazement. He couldn’t understand how there could be so much difference between being naked with one woman, and exchanging touches, and the texture of the experience when he was with a different woman. There were similarities, to be sure. Jennifer’s skin was just as soft and hot as her mother’s. But Mindy communicated more with her lips, the passion that surged through her, while Jennifer somehow. The barman carried on with his bottling up and wiping down and ignored us but two other guys sat and watched us. One played with himself as he looked at the Master and slave sat across from him.Jeff drank half is drink then walked off back to the rooms. “Come bitch” he shouted and I scurried after him red faced and not daring to look at the barman as I passed him. My cock throbbed with excitement.”Well done girl” he smiled as i sucked his cock and wanked him off.He fucked me again and we both. I lay down next to him, propped on one elbow, and leaned in for a kiss. He brought his hand to the back of my head and pressed me closer, darting his tongue between my lips. I broke the kiss and slid down so that I could lick his nipples. I flicked first one, then the other, two or three times each with my tongue, and he arched his back to push them deeper into my mouth. I sucked them, a little roughly, and heard him make that purring sound again. I brought my hands up to them, twisted them.