Shamita took my cock back in her mouth and began to suck me savagely, stopping to stroke me so she could tell me, “Cum! I want to see you cum. Show ...e your hot cum shooting out of your big cock. I want it! I want your cum, lover…spray me…shoot it all over me!”Back into her hot, sucking mouth…tongue flicking and milking, pleading for my load. I felt my balls pull up and my cock begin to swell. Shamita felt it, too, and began to moan around my cock. Her eagerness…Deva!…what a turn on! My cock. If anything the abaya made her more uneasy than nakedness.Lighter skinned than most Arabs but with glossy dark brown hair worn long, Zeinab was supple, tall and slim by Kobekistani standards, though her breasts were by no stretch of the imagination boyish and her rump projected pertly enough. A small area of pubic hair had been left on the body, carefully shaped to form a hand pointing downwards to the clitoris and the entrance to the tunnel of love.~May I see her dressed in the accoutrements. Although it crossed his mind on several occasions.~~Henry got home from work around nine and had a few beers and put on some music. He liked to dance while he got ready for the evening. He didn’t like having too much to drink but liked to have a few.Henry was a nice dresser and wore a nice pair of slacks and a dress shirt. He wore a tie because the ladies liked men who wore ties. No suit jacket because that was a bit formal. He called a car service and waited for them to arrive. Shortly, a. . Sugar."Taking a deep breath, I responded, "Yes, Ma'am. Whatever you say. Thankyou." Now that I've made myself clear, let's go to the bedroom and you can seewhat I bought for you to wear. You go first and I'll be behind you so Ican make sure you put some wiggle in your walk. Let's go, Sugar."Feeling elated and scared at the same time, I rose and began to walk. Bythe third step I had fallen into the mincing gait that I had beenpracticing in private since I lived home with my parents and my.