He offered me his arm, and I tucked my hand inside his elbow and let him lead me. I could tell it was what he wanted. He was talking about his Natural... again, and just like in the restaurant, he sort of prattled on and on. But I think he was deliberately trying to embarrass me, because he didn't hide the fact that he had had sex with each of them.Then suddenly, after a whole block, I gasped. I think it was the aftermath of the dream that caused me not to be aware of it sooner. I had been nude. Immigration wanted to speak to us. Mr. Mike was not happy. “The American Ambassador should be in...” Immigration looked at his watch... “Hell’s bells. He’s late. Let me check.”The conversation to “little America” went on and on and on. At least I think so. I was waiting in the waiting room. Now I understand the god awful seats. If you get uncomfortable enough ... you leave. And just as I was gathering my things to do that, the door opened and my Immigration officer stormed out.“It is with great. I stroked and fondled him that way for about a half hour, until with maybe only fifteen minutes to go to get to the truck, he squirmed in the seat as he ejaculated into my hand. I didn’t want to leave a mess, so as he glanced back at me again, I brought my hand out, and lifted my face shield momentarily, as I licked his big cum load off my hand. Then I reached back down to zip his pants up and close the flap, before hugging him tightly to let him know that I enjoyed our impromptu little. Clearly our Filipino cleaner, Percela, had arrived — she came in twice a week. Realizing I’d have to give her access to the bedroom I dragged myself to my feet, stretching and yawning furiously. At that moment the door opened — to reveal a woman I’d never seen in my life before. She gasped on seeing me. I couldn’t blame her for where her eyes went first, after all, where would most women look when coming unexpectedly on a young, well-toned naked man standing in front of them? She mumbled some.