The head of my cock is pressing against her pussy. She is VERY wet. Normally this girl only likes pretty tame vanilla sex, so this is a shock.I slip i...side her easily, from behind. She's happy with this, for certain. Moaning and bending forward, letting me grab her breast with one hand and hold on to her hip with the other, I start to fuck her.This is not going to be a marathon session. I'm ready to explode almost immediately. Fortunately, so is she! I grab her hips with both hands and hold on. He motioned me closer and told me to lift up my skirt. My hands were shaking as I grabbed the hem and lifted it up slightly. He scolded higher. I lifted it above my waist, exposing the moist swollen folds of my pussy. What had I gotten myself into? His hand reached out and his fingers slid through my tight little slit. An electric shock shot through my body. I let out a loud moan. Let me see those hot little titties of yours he said as he pulled my sweater up and over my head. He said wait. The ride to his townhouse was tense. We couldn’t converse, that did not mean that we could not communicate. But, we didn’t try to. Not once. His grip was strong as he handed me out of the carriage. The staff stood at the gate to greet us, their mistress and master. I was introduced to the servants by Malcolm who I later learned was the head butler and my husband’s greatest confidant. By dinner I had lost any hope of the life I had mapped out for myself. I was the mistress of a huge household,. This man is a God I thought to myself. Handsome, rugged, a body that men like me find irresistable. I looked at his big cock and balls nesting. So well endowed even when soft. He was incredibly hairy and even had hair on the top of his huge sexy well shaped feet. My kinda guy. Arab men are works of art in so many ways.He woke up shortly after I was looking at him and it was time for him to leave. I had to kiss him on his big cock and balls one more time before he hopped into the shower so I.