He suddenly pulled out and slapped his thick cock against my face. “Now is time to get a taste of that pretty fucking cunt of yours.” He pushed me...away and then roughly lifted me up and sat me back onto the desk. I watched the pre-cum drool from his cock while he pushed my legs open and started to slap at my slit. I screamed as he nibbled on my clit and worked two fingers up inside me. My eyes were closed in pleasure as I was sent flying over the edge. Then the black guy quickly turned me. Still, "La Taverna" sounds like it's run by illegal emmigrants with no imagination and no English-speaking staff, either.Shouldn't be a problem. You don't have to know much Spanish to get drunk or laid, if you're willing to be pleasant. "La Ovella Negro, una taverna rustica" in Barcelona didn't have any English-speaking staff, did it? And I'm free. Wasn't my idea, but we were both pretty unhappy. It's better in the long run.Huh? Well, there's an awful lot of cars here for them to be closed. No,. "Especially for our holiday," he had grinned, as I reluctantly agreed, knowing he would get carried away. Plus the store manager would be pissed of with me. As the women walked to the exit, Craig came through the entrance. He was looking sexier than ever, in a plain white tee that really made his abs stand out. His baggy jeans suited his 6'2 height and he was wearing shades. He grinned and waved when he saw me, breaking into a run. Once he had reached me he leaned over the check out and kissed. .. "Mind the desk." What if something happens?" Nothing will happen."Not that the denial did Bill a speck of good, but he sat there and tried to look official. The escaped prisoner detail, older men every one, walked in, and laughed at Bill and the knitting."Well?" asked Bill. "Did you get him?" Yes. Exactly where you said he'd be. Back road to Dallas. We took a beatup truck from the impound lot, loaded some irrigation pipe and drove out. He never thought a thing of it when I pushed back my.