“Next it’s my turn to fuck you.”Amy got up and walked to her room buck ass naked. She returned with the strap on and lube. Will stared at her as...he finally realized what he’d agreed to. Amy could see the slight fear in his eyes. “You agreed to it, and any time you want to blow a load in my tight little pussy, I get to do this.”Amy was thrown off by the fact that it looked like Will was already getting hard again. “I’m completely okay with that, please just be gentle. Also, can I, can I take a. For three, please,” I said, like I was ordering lunch at a one item restaurant. They have those in the west.No menu ... you sit and the waitress brings it ... what ever it is. The meal might be chicken on Sunday. That’s presupposing that the restaurant is open on Sunday. Usually it’s the main and two or three sides. The sides are a choice but the main is what they cooked.Those are very popular with families ... home cooking and no dishes. The kids don’t have to eat green beans or ... ick .... I did not disappoint her; I licked and sucked her pussy. While tonguing her clit, I almost chewed it. I finally lifted my face from her pussy and looked up at her. She held my face and pushed me away from her and she sat on me and went down kissing me hard on the mouth, my nipples and then to my hard dick, she held it in her soft soft hands, sucking me, taking her time in working her way up my shaft from the base to the top, licking it like an ice cream and sucking it like a lollypop. She went. I gave him a couple of printed pages with his contacts, his new job at a car wash and a schedule for his appointments. He crumpled the papers and shoved them contemptuously into his pocket before he left. I shrugged again. I made a mental note to check him out at his work in the next days.The next appointment was waiting already, Samir Haboub, a talented scam artist. His specialty had been to pose as a fugitive from the Iranian mullahs and to ask for 'help' from the exile Iranian community. He.