“Really? Have you not been with a lot of girls?” “No, I’ve only been with one girl before you,” he answers, his shyness coming through again... “How many guys have you been with?” “Oh. I…” I stammer. “Um, let’s just say I’ve been with more than one. I don’t really want to have that conversation yet.” With the words out of my mouth, I think better of it. “I’m sorry. That sounded weird, didn’t it.” “No, it’s okay.” “I’m not a total slut or anything. I just…” I trail off. “Well, let’s just say I’ve. It is not much used and the quality of the food here is certainly Michelin three star, so I have agreed that we will lunch here before the flight."The lunch was excellent, and Paulette enjoyed herself immensely. They had several courses and then settled in comfortable armchairs for the coffee to be brought. The conversation was mostly about Kobekistani customs and what she could expect when they arrived. She was warned about the inadvisability of going out on the streets without an escort, and. ” He chided as she shoved her hands back and forth. His teeth skidded slightly along her soft thighs, his wet rubber tongue then licked her delectable flesh. His eyes rolled back a bit loving the feeling.“Please.” She pleaded in a whisper, “I won’t tell anyone.”“That’s nice.” He said as he pulled out his member, knife still in one as he slowly came forward, a menacing smile. She stared at it with surprise. It was… big, covered in bumps. She looked around for anyway to get out of the situation.. I took a big puff and passed it back. “Mia, Mia, Mia, bella… There’s something I’ve been wondering ever since I saw you sauntering towards me.” He reached under my dressed and rubbed my shaved pussy. “I knew it!” he said with a smile on his face. I smiled and we walked hand in hand into the club. Right away all eyes were on us, Max’s eyes scanned the place and immediately spotted our prey. He tugged at my arm and signaled her with his eyes. We walked over to the bar area and sat down next.