Ever since they had arrived in Rabat, they had been very busy entertaining the five African men that they had invited to participate in yet another in...erracial breeding vacation.Tomas turned and quietly left Mara to sleep, and he closed the door behind him as he did so.She would have close to eight hours to rest and do whatever else she wanted before Jamal, Muhammad, Mamadou, Ibrahima, and Cheikh returned. As he thought of that, he had such vivid images of these five African men surrounding. “This is where you will work,” said the guide, “For further instructions, see Section Chief Mike.”I thanked her and she went off. The next couple weeks were some of the busiest of my life. Coworkers were coming and going from my cubicle, giving me assignment after assignment; I had to work overtime in order to get everything done on time. It was as if everyone was possessed by some mad energy, and nobody had any time for a moment of respite from work. It was a tired and rainy day when Mike. She showed me where to put my dish and introduced me to a few people, then went off to chat with others coming in. I stood there making small talk with one of the people she introduced me to until she excused herself to go do something.My worst fear was coming true, no one would talk to me and I would look like an idiot sitting alone with my thumb up my ass. I found the cooler with the beverages and grabbed a bottle of water. I could just hear my friend making me promise I would stay an hour. My cock is now fighting against the front of my panties and is lurching up and down as if gasping for air. "Lean forward my little panty wearing slut," Emmy says in a low sultry tone. I don't know if it's the drink talking but I have never heard Emmy talk like this before. For the briefest of moments the whole pub comes back into focus as I look around hurriedly to see if anyone is looking. No-one can see us. I lean forward as instructed and I can feel Emmy's cool hand trace across my exposed.