After an eternity of teasing, she lowered her head between my legs wrapping her arms under my thighs. Her mouth hadn't yet made full contact with me t...ere, but I was so aroused I could feel my wetness dripping down my bum cheeks and onto the bed linen. I was already on the verge of another orgasm.She blew a stream of air up and down my over-heating pussy for a few moments. It was a different and soothing sensation which helped to delay the inevitable. Finally, my body twitched from my height of. I began slapping her ass over and over. With each slap she would let out a little yelp and moan "Oh yes! Fuck me! Use me!" You like being fucked like a little slut?" I built up speed, driving my cock into her harder and harder."Oh yes! Fuck me like a little slut!" She reached back and started playing with her clit, occasionally reaching farther back to grip my balls."Whose slut are you?" I'm your slut! I'm your slut!" She cried out, bucking her hips back into me.I buried my cock in her. Six years later, he was a police officer in the capital of Canada. His dream job was his at last. The sacrifices which his parents made were worth it. After years of working menial jobs, his mom and dad opened a Haitian restaurant, Maison Guillot, in the City of Gatineau, right next to the border separating the provinces of Ontario and Quebec. Owning their own business and becoming their own boss thrilled his parents. Stephen was happy for them. His dream wasn’t the only one that was realized. "Hands off Jacques, we've just got engaged!" Tr?s bon!" Jacques said as he held my chair for me saying excitedlyreverting to his own language. "Et vous ?tes venu au chez Jacques pourc?l?brer votre enclenchement ce soir oui?" Oui o? autrement?" Mike answered him in flawless French."Bon Mr Mike." Jaques said. He had that air of French superiority andI could not help but smile as he clapped his hands and called in Frenchas he handed us a menu, " Henri! Le champagne pour Mr. Mike et sa dame,vite,.