It takes all my will power to stay my hand and prevent myself from cuming to early. Her pace increases and her moans become louder as she continues to...ride the cock deeply. I long to caress her full, sexy butt cheeks and gently lick her rectum and pussy. I know she dislikes this practice and feels it is nasty, but her body plucks at my most primal instincts and the drive to taste her sex and anus fill my mind. As if on cue her left hand appears with the blue toy still lubricated and glistening. All the time he was playing, Mark was recounting to me what had happened in the restaurant, verbalizing the looks on the other customers' faces as they stared and saw my splayed legs under the table and his fingers penetrating my body. He had told me how they had pointed and talked, made up their conversations for me. He told me how the women appeared upset, but they were really jealous that they were not in my place. The men, he said, were grateful to look upon my sex and see me squirm around. I was mesmerized by her beauty. She was wearing a red green Saree with a light makeup on her face with a gajra in hair. She was damn pretty. The way she wore her Saree was amazing. Just showing a little cleavage and 3 inches of the stomach. Under that blouse, she has 38 inches of melons and round shape of hips. I went inside the house and sat on the sofa, she offered me a glass of water. Then I came to know she is the wife of the shop owner who was in between 28-30 age. And her husband who was. Even the sight of Trent walking out to wave, a local at his side, couldn't dull the euphoria she felt."Welcome to the Valley of the Queens, Cameron. Your reputation precedes you," the local said as she approached. "I am Abasi Hawass of the Supreme Council of Antiquities." After a quick bow of his head, he added, "No relation," indicating that he shared only a surname with the Secretary General of the Council.Cameron bowed her head and responded, "I'm pleased to be here, and honored that the.