" An Arab?" Beth asked."Yeh, an Arab. A rich Arab," Andy answered.Beth put on a sheer, long sleeved blouse, a floor length skirt, and shoes, nothing e...se."That blouse is a little thin to go without a brassiere," he said. "I can almost see your nipples." Just almost?" Yeh, almost, or I'd make you put on a bra. Wear those long, dangly ear rings, those Arabs like that kind of shit."Beth wasn't surprised when the Arab with barrels of money turned out to be Abdul Zarie. She had expected it. He was. I guess I’ve got no more conscience cheating on Dave, and I find that I’m drawing from the love I feel you two have for each other. You both make me feel so happy, so alive again,” she hugged and kissed Dan, then Karen.“Now speaking of blow jobs, I know Dan will have a big load of cum to shoot into your mouth and I want to watch you swallowed every last drop!”“It would be my pleasure!” She smiled, kissing him again.“I could feel me getting close to cumming, fucking you as you described your. He was obviously proud of it, and he took it in both hands, lightly stroking it over the defenseless girl into a semi-hardness.Sandy could not take her eyes from the growing fleshy rod, unable to believe that it was going to be the depraved instrument that would ravish the lovely young girl on the screen.Yet somehow the helplessness of the girl lying shaking with fear beneath the snarling man sadistically fascinated her. The lewd thought of that monstrous rod raping the naked and terrified. It was radiant and had natural colors that declared it had never been bleached or dyed. Her breasts were mature and sagged slightly but that was to be expected because they were like artillery shells with perfect pointed nipples that begged to be licked and sucked. Going further south, I saw the outline of her pussy mound hidden under a soft clinging silk dress.It didn't look like she was partial to wearing undies."Claire Poindexter, Mr. (She paused to look down at my card in her hand) David.