She was finding it hard to communicate with him in her mixture of baby French and poor English, and his Arabic was very rusty, but this woman spoke no...language known to man or beast in the harem, so why did he want her? She realised that her feelings towards him were not all based on her desire to advance herself; she actually liked him and missed having his prick deep inside her.This time it was all going well and the Emir was on the point of having his first release deep in her womb again. We drove to an area just off Junction 9 off the M62 which is a site many people use to go dogging - it's kind of quiet there, not much traffic flows through there. I remember feeling many emotions that evening, I was nervous, excited, scared but extremely turned on. We pulled up and walked down a path, where one side is lined with trees. We walked into the trees and found a nice little spot. The guy I met with slowly started to massage my cock through my jeans - with seconds I was rock hard. He. Phew it's ok; he is still the lovely sweet man who had been chatting to me on the phone trying to figure out my needs and wants. I make coffee and we talked for an hour, how I regretted that hour now. Next time I’ll have him spank as soon he steps in through the door, heck I’ll even open the door in the buff. Even now I can’t explain why I want to be punished, why I want to submit and have him standing over me. He tells me that sometimes what seems like surrender isn't surrender at all. It's. "On the bus, he'd been keenly afraid someone would wake up and see them. The risk was probably minimal, but it had added an edge of fear to the experience. He had felt wicked and perverse and surprisingly tender at the same time.As well as he could, Jack steered carefully, barely letting his foot off the brake. He glanced out Fiona's window. The car next to them was a splotch of silver, the driver a contrasting smear. As long as the rain kept up, they had privacy.He'd been twenty-four on that.