My first few shots were deep in her throat. I knew that because her lips were still firmly attached to the base of my cock as I was coming. Surprising...myself I continued to come for at least seven or eight spurts. Somewhere in the middle of those, she moved my cock out of its deep place and at least some of my semen shot in her mouth as just the head was left in there by then. She continued to lick around the head and it was exciting to see her tongue licking it as cum continued to spew out and. Now it was my turn to wince. "Should I apologize?"She sighed. "Also, I keep hoping we'll come up with a better idea than me sleeping in the front room. As a wise man once said, 'this is a two-bedroom apartment.'"I sat down and hugged her. "Thanks," she said softly, muffled against my chest.She stood up and straightened her bathrobe. "Help me strip the bed?"In a moment, pillows and blankets were scattered on the floor and her sheets were in the laundry hamper. Forty seconds and a barked shin. "But we can't. We're Indian; we can't have sex before marriage. More importantly, we're brother and sister." Sonia buried her face in her hands and started crying. At first Vick just stared at her, unsure of what to do. Maybe this is just one of her ploys, he told himself. Yeah. Maybe she's trying get me to feel sorry for her then beg me for sex. I shouldn't give into her. I can't give into her! But as Sonia continued crying, Vick's brotherly instincts took over. He wrapped his large. I had ditched my cell phone back in the hotel room just in case it was being tracked by some organization either legal or illegal. I borrowed Patricia's so I could call the yacht crew to send someone to pick us up. From previous visits to Stavros's yacht, I knew he was moored inside the restricted waters of the upscale marina reserved exclusively for the luxury yachts that cruised the local sea channels.A sleek black motorboat showed up about fifteen minutes later and we joined our luggage.