My husband and my brother and his wife have gone out and won’t be home for hours.” She said. WHACK! “That does not answer the question I asked...you fucking whore! Now tell me where they keep the jewelry” Whack, whack, whack – I smacked her ass with three steady slaps in quick succession and not giving her a chance to answer. “I don’t know what to tell you…I…I don’t know where they keep their jewelry” she said through deep breaths as her ass began to turn a fiery red. Whack, whack, whack!. . colorful!”She steered him past vendors and stalls, their occupants shielded from the harsh glare of the twin suns by colorful awnings. Dennis snapped his head back and forth in an attempt to take in every sight and sound, every strange smell that wafted on the air. There were slabs of dripping meat hanging from iron hooks, the scents of street food rising to his nose, strange and enticing. Someone was roasting a six-legged animal over a roaring fire, its charred body too burned to make out. My friend and I have met several times over the years, but mainly for one to three night affairs. Naturally we have always engaged in plenty of oral sex, rimming and kissing. He has fucked me probably six or eight times.I picked him up at the airport, actually on the same day the wife left, and I drove to the cell phone lot to give him a welcoming kiss, soft ones first and then kissing him passionately. We had an hours drive to my house, so he left his cock out so I could stroke it.When we. When I checked in, the guy behind the counter said that I was the only person staying there. He was about 25 and had a thick southern accent. I noticed his laptop was open and a video was paused. I couldn't see what the picture was but I could make out the title. It said Muscular tops younger stud. Sensing the opportunity, I asked him what there was to do for fun in town. His reply was short and sweet. "Not a damn thing". I took my luggage back to my room and had a quick shower. When I was.