"Was she good this afternoon, Shalla?" she said coldly, still staring straight down at him.There was a long silence and the Arab did not speak. He was...frightened. He knew the people she was connected with and what could be done to him if she just gave the word. He would have no one to turn to, he was Just an immigrant without friends. He kept his eyes lowered to the floor, afraid to sneak. There was no one to defend him."I asked you a question, Shalla. Was she good?" Monique repeated, almost. Both men already had too much to drink but that didn't stop them from consuming more. Stan handed her a drink and then he began kissing her neck and shoulders, as he stood slightly behind her. Despite her shrugs and attempts to get away from his caresses, Stan wasn't a bit deterred. At one point she considered sitting down but quickly decided it was better to be on her feet.On drink number two, Stan got much bolder. Music played in the background and they danced. He kept putting his hands on. "Oh, come on I know I look good, but you don't have to play the fool."She giggled, her movements definitely feminine and slightly moreemphasised than usual. "And by the way... it's Chrissy." She poked hertongue out again and moved towards him, her heels clicking on the hardwooden floor."Chrissy? What for, like, forever?" Kyle was slowly regaining hiscomposure, but still seemed unable to master speech at this moment intime."No, silly! When I'm like.... this. Pretty!" Chrissy giggled and. ” She said; “don’t worry I will teach you everything”. After swapping more spit she took my hand and moved it around the outer lips of her cunt. She moved my hand and fingers around and made small circles from one side of her cunt to the other. It is amazing how when doing some thing’s, talking was almost not necessary. She slid my thumb between her pussy lips letting me feel the moisture and the hotness that was inside. She was positively dripping with juice, her cunt was wet and slick. My.