That stupid sister of mine was actually smoking it in the house. Stupid she may be but she easy on the eyes, real eye candy material."I wouldn't smoke...that in there," I said after knocking on her door."Go away, you little shit," she said."Ok," I said walking away. "But don't blame me if you get grounded." What?" she snapped as her door opened.She wasn't completely dressed, she had just pulled a dressing gown over her bra and knickers and that wasn't tied too well; it was quite a lovely. And at this point B went down on his knees and pulled out my cock and was wanking it right in front of his face ..I closed my eyes , and drank in this fantastic feeling . but then I heard more footsteps ..I suddenly felt it was getting out of control , I was nervous anyway , but more footsteps ... I started to worry if I had bitten off more than I could chew , but wow , I didn't need to panic . a gorgeous , tall slim fit young man was suddenly standing in front of me . black jeans ,black. .”, I cried.The old Indian servant then showed his magic with the tongue. He pushed his tongue deep into my vagina and started sucking the juice out. I placed my foot around his back. He stopped kissing for a while and lifted my one leg, kissed my ankle, my calf and pulled me down and then placed his dick near my pussy,My pussy was so wet with my juices and his saliva. The servant slowly pushed his dick into my hole and in no time, my servant’s dick was in my pussy. It went so deep. He pulled. I stayed home for a few days and enjoyed my bounty from the Cuban mission. Finally, the day came to go to Paris. I used my papers that got me out of Cuba to get on a plane. The next morning I arrived at the airport. I caught a ride down to the Opera house where she was rehearsing that day. There was construction going on in the theater today and it was closed to the public besides the lobby.I entered the lobby. The ceiling was tall. Off to the left was a reception desk. To the right was seating.