Gradually she was able to build a little rhythm and slowly she fucked my virgin hole. It was starting to feel good. My cock was oozing precum so much ...hat the sheet under me was wet with it. She finally said, Ok, I think you're ready, Roll over". Yes Ma'am...Once on my back, she pulled me close to the edge of her bed and pushed my knees back to my chest, exposing my now "non-virgin" ass...She said "This is how I like my pussy to be...nice and wet and ready for me"...She added some more lube to. I had my hair trimmed and styled to make it easier for me to take careof, then I had my nails done. When we left the salon I could add onemore new experience to my list. That had been my first time in a salon.The first thing mom did when we were in the mall was add more panties,then a couple of bras, one of them strapless, to my collection, plus acorsolet, and a garterbelt. More skirts, blouses and dresses of course,but also two suits, jeans, slacks, a jacket, a coat, a swimsuit, morepantyhose. I nursed him back down with my hands and my mouth, then moved up to kiss him, to share his essence with him the same way he had shared with me. As always, he drank deeply, already eager to taste and play again despite cumming so strongly minutes before. Now we talked, teased and fondled, completely absorbed in each other and exploring everything we could. We sipped at each other and nibbled. In a short period of time Patrick was ready to play again, which astounded me. ”Close your eyes” I. It had to be me. I was by far the youngest, and the shortest - it wasimportant that I be shorter than Gaddafi, even in heels. I was NorthAfrican and a native speaker of Arabic. What is more I knew Gaddafi'sBedouin people and felt that if I could get in front of him, I would beselected. The only obstructions were physical."Everything is reversible", I was told. As a virgin it was expectedthat I could tuck my genitals away, and that I would simply need breastand butt implants. Even though.