I stroked it gently and watched her squirmbeneath my strong hold on her shoulders. I stroked again softly. Then Ideveloped a rhythmical pattern and ...ust when it appeared she was going tolet loose, I slipped a few fingers into her tight pussy. In and out,thrust and brush. She was moaning heavily now... and juices were flowingfreely onto my fingers. I released my hand covered in cum and watched herslump to the floor. I gazed at her beautiful outlines, her breasts hard asrocks, nipples poised. It meant he had to breathe quite shallowly. He pulled the crotch piece through so that it took his cock back between his legs. It was pretty uncomfortable and it meant he had to pee sitting down; although that was hardly a problem - there were no urinals in the staff lavatories anyway – just a single cubical for the males and no door on it either. The alternative to having his member tucked out of harm's way was worse. Geoff had witnessed the beating handed out to one of the other maids last. It was empty. She was right. None of this made any sense. Maxamed knew he would have to ask around the community to see what others knew of these strange things. He took the empty rag and tossed it in his neighbor’s curbside garbage can and walked back into the house. “How are you feeling, Khadra?”“I am tired, husband. Might I have some quiet time to rest in our bedroom?” She turned and walked toward the bedroom without waiting for his reply.“Of course, I will not disturb you.” He needed her to. "Something I think everyone should be aware of about me has not been made known yet. From my experiences in combat and in war torn countries, I always, always keep a knife on me, usually strapped around my right calf, where it can easily be retrieved. In a case like this, where I can't bring it on the plane, I check it in a bag or just buy a new one when I get where I'm going. It's a comfort item of sorts, like a security blanket.We sat there at the bar, finishing our drinks and ordering.