”“So we can expect more visits from the likes of him can we? Next time I shan’t be so accommodating. I’ll just kill them. Let’s see if they ...eep coming after us when all they receive back is corpses.”She went to him and put her arms around him “Now, now. I’m sure they wont come back for a while. By then we will be far away.”He kissed her and replied, “If we’re going to be far away, we had better get going then, hadn’t we?”They continued on their journey. After a further three days travelling. I was going to play off of her reaction so I decided to take it slow and gentle. I rubbed the head of my stiffness against her well naturally lubricated entrance. I slowly began to add pressure to make entry, all the while never regretting the idea of taking it slow seeing as to how tight she was. If she hadn’t been so moist there would have been a serious struggle taking place. Feeling her walls grip my cock inch by inch like a glove to a hand was amazing. Bottoming out her hands dug into my. We only went a few miles before she stopped and got out. So did our male escort and his captive. Far in the distance I could see the Sheiks compound - barely - and a glance around only showed flat desert in all other directions. Not even a radio tower broke the smooth horizon.Katja walked up to Madam Dupont. In a conversational voice as though she were discussing luncheon plans, she began - in perfect French, "Madam. You were given the choice between being a slave or being set free. You. Now that I'd worked up the nerve to do it, I wanted to get the stuff in the mail before I could chicken out. All I had to do was wait for an answer—no pressure there!I pulled into the driveway just as Beth, Cindy and Greg were getting out of Beth's Jeep."So where were you?" my lady asked with a grin. "Spending the afternoon in a bar somewhere?" Nope. Down at the post office, mailing my ego away," I responded, and told them what I'd done."So you finally listened to Joe, eh?" Greg said. I just.