He immediately cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted to the rest of the patrons. "Lads, we've got us a Canuck here!! Come over and welcome him pro...er!"I was quite surprised and more than a bit apprehensive about what was about to happen. I wondered if perhaps one of my countrymen had left a bad impression on these folks during an earlier visit and I was about to be dragged out and stomped for it. Fortunately, it turned out to be quite the opposite. Canadian travelers are quite well thought. The next day, he flew back to Miami and couldn’t quite wrap his mind around what had happened to him. For days, he checked his account balances, calculated figures in his mind, obsessed over his finances. He had become overwhelmed with the desire to empty his bank account and give every penny he had to me, to lie at my feet and present himself for me to do with him as I desired. He knew that he could not do both. It was his inexplicable need to pay me that haunted him, his compulsion to. I slowly moved south, placing a series of kisses on the skin of his stomach. When his cock slid into the shallow cleft between my pecs, I ground against it, smearing his precum on my nipples. Matt’s breathing got louder and turned ragged. Luckily for us, the sound of the rain and rising wind was enough to drown out the noise.I moved again. I felt his cock sliding upward, between my collarbones, then against my neck, then it touched the underside of my chin. He held his breath. For a long. He was very polite, personable and very easy to like. I was nervous and excited that I was facing the man who would very soon be fucking my wife and it showed.A tense twenty minutes later when Chris eventually walked into the lounge she took my breath away. Was this my wife? She looked absolutely stunning in the most wicked possible way, obviously the parcels contained a new outfit. She couldn't possibly leave the house dressed like that, well perhaps she could but surely she'd be arrested,.