He continued before I could acknowledge him. I dont mind you paying the rent late, so long as it gets paid. Understand? I nodded my head. Good. Now, m... and the old lady like discretion. We like to stick to our own business. You can come and go as you please. We dont mind at all. We dont have any problem with that. But we expect you to respect our boundaries. Cool? Cool, I replied. I didnt quiet understand what he meant but its what I wanted too. I could respect that. And I could respect him. To be frank he was a bad chef. But I loved the food because he made it for me. Then we went onto bed, spoke what happened those three days.He saw my pics in the Facebook and He told me that Y your friends are to putting hands on other shoulders while taking pictures. I said what’s wrongs if they keep. He was quite for a while and said naku nachaledu ( I did not like it ).He was possessive. I told him next time I would not allow anyone to touch me so as to make him happy. He felt happy and. I was thinking about a line, any one that would get this beauty into my bed but nothing came to my mind. My brother had always told me when chasing women... 'You've got to just be bold Jim and invite them into your bed. You'll get your face slapped more often than not but the time you don't you be in for the ride of your life.' I had never had the guts to actually try that but maybe this was the right time, after all, French women were known to be liberal in their sexual thinking. Why not?. I felt that big cock stretching and probing and it ached in the best way possible.. I moved my hips under his to meet his thrusts and tightened myself squeezing and bearing down and I heard him say ‘fuck yes. Just like that’ he lifted his body off of mine and began to bang into me vigorously. Grunting and groaning as the base of his dick bit my ass and his balls smack audibly and wetly on my engorged clit. My pussy was so wet it was dripping down my thighs… I felt him get hard and faster then I.