“What?” I whispered, confused. I wished he’d stop talking and kiss me already. “That wasn’t my intention,” he continued his stroking of my...face, but this time he pushed against me harder. I stared into his striking blue eyes, and I felt his hand slip onto my waist and continue exploring down to my thigh. My breathing became heavy, even more so when he widened my legs with his knee and pressed against my most private area. I bit my lip, my loins burning, and the pulse between my legs budding. I. On the bus, a black guy came and sat by me. He asked,– wow! You are miss Fareeda Athif, right? –– yeah? –I smiled at him. He smiled back and introduced himself to me.He was a prominent businessman in America. Let us call him Sam for the sake of his privacy.– so Fareeda, I know you are retired but, I have one last proposal for you –– you know Sam. What I did was performing in front of the cameras. I was a pornstar and not a prostitute –– oh come on. Do not be like that. I guess you are still. There's a sink, which, luckily, I can reach. No hot water. Some cabinets, with some food in them. A stove, whichI can't reach. I've been soaking spaghetti in cold water to "cook" it.Disgusting. Like I mentioned before, here's a bed, with no sheets.It does have a pillow, and there was a pillowcase. Today I took that and tore out the end of it, and now I have a dress! It covers either my top or my bottom, but not both at the same time. I hope you guys on here appreciate the image.Yeah, it feels. I pulled her close and pushed us so that now I was on top. I grabbed her by the waist and started pumping into her. Softly as she was still getting used to my size. She was scratching my chest with her finger nails.I bent down and sucked on her tits. They were lovely and tasted like her organic body cream. I sucked them until I couldn't taste them anymore. When I got back up her nipples were standing on end. I grabbed her left nipple and gave a slight squeeze. She groaned as I could feel her.