Down they went and off and he grinned with satisfaction seeing her white, lace patterened stockinged legs and the blinding white suspenders, in a stro...g contrast to her swarthy Bedouin colouring He pointed to the stable side where there was a table laden with various grooming tools. Sanaa got to it and bent over the table presenting a big fat arse to the Sheikh. He lifted his thobe and heaved out his cock already stiff and standing at forty five degrees, due to his habit of over dosing Viagra. I must answer its my son I'm sure...please....let me answer it...I can't have him catch me like this....sir...please". she begged and pleaded all to Matt's approval.Matt took her phone and slid it into the cabinet so she could reach it. He was gambling on her not calling the cops or the fire dept, if she called he would certainly know and could just leave, if not, then his plan was going to work just as his mind was planning it."Oh thank you....it's..it's my son....he texted me...I told you he. She kept silent and she drop the bomb. she ask me. what if it has happen? i told her. i hope the guy manage to fuck her up well and she love it. she keep asking if im ok? i said yes. she seems to be excited about it but hesitating to keep telling other details until she is really convinced im ok with it. so i add on. i told her. make sure she get a fuck buddy that she can trust and not talk about it in town. i told her its hard for her to know the guys true colors till she allow him to get into. A player’s chest. ‘I see diamonds and hexagons.’ Then, ‘I’m missing my show.’ ‘It’s alright, later,’ he assured me. He leaned over me. ‘I need to eat my yoghurt,’ I said. ‘I always eat my yoghurt at 10.’ ‘I’ll give you something to eat.’ He bit me, so hard. I squealed. ‘I thought you were vanilla. All the girls…’ ‘I’m just trying to find the perfect play mate for my games.’ ‘So you’re…’ ‘You can say it.’ ‘A sadist?’ He laughed. ‘Real or fake?’ I asked. I only liked the real kind, even.