You grab hold of my long hair, tugging with each forward thrust to get the best momentum of slamming your cock deep inside me."Oh my god, you feel so ...ucking good! Fuck me hard! I want more of your cum!" You're my little cum slut aren't you?" you asked as you pound harder into my tight wet pussy."Oh god yes, I'm your cum slut!" I can barely get the words out, you've got me impaled on your giant black cock and my insides keep spasming with so much pleasure.With your free hand, you pour lube on. My pussy opens up pretty wet when I see a man begging me to take his cock.The bartender realised what I meant when I pulled his hand away from my ass and pushed him. He looked at my figure and went on his knees to show his affection.The bartender: My love! Please make me your slave. I want to please your body with whatever passion I can to make you happy. Let me…Me (I interrupted him): Call me ‘mistress’ and I want to see your actions; not your words. I know most men are lying bastards. Get. " Thank you, Miss," replied Mark with his head bowed whereupon they both exploded with laughter."What on earth was all that about?" asked Elspeth with a puzzled smile."This young man made amorous advances to the driver, endangering the lives of all in the car," said Victoria sternly."Ooh! What did he do?" asked Serena in conspiratorial stage whisper."Squeezed ... the ... driver's ... thigh." Oh my!" cried Elspeth and Serena in chorus. The four of them exploded again.After tea Elspeth took. “Huh?” the policeman said while Suzie giggled at his confused reaction.“I would like to talk to your Chief,” Sean answered. He leaned over to Suzie and said, “Some people just don’t understand Indian.”“It is just a sign of the times,” Suzie said.“Political correctness run amuck,” Sean said nodding his head in agreement.The policeman got on his radio. After a few minutes, he said, “The Chief said he would be here in a thirty minutes, although considering the distance it might take him an.