I had never tasted anything as good as her pussy juices. As I gave it another lick, I looked up to her face. It had turned a bright red from all her b...lushing. She was unsure of this as well, but we were too caught up to stop. As I gave it a third lick, she put her hands on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair. I slid up her pussy and gently clamped my lips around her rock hard clit. After only a few moments of sucking, she let out a silent scream. I looked down as her juices. I listen for movement on the other side. Hearing none, I gently open the door and look in both directions. The hallway is a disaster. It is also free of people. At the end of the hall to the left is a half broken exit sign barely hanging from the ceiling. I swiftly, yet cautiously make my way in that direction. I glance in each room I pass. No other was like the white room I was in. Every room appeared exactly as the hallway did, like a tornado passed through it. I get to the edge of the hall. When he queried my suggestion I simply told him that I'd prefer hairlesslegs in future. Now he wasn't the hairiest of people by any means butwhen he emerged from the bathroom some 30 minutes later it wasimmediately obvious that he'd done as I requested. He donned a white T-shirt and pulled on a pair plain white underpants before reaching forhis tracksuit bottom. Don't bother with those today I'd told him, I wantto see your legs they look so nice that covering them would just not beright. But. Although he hadbeen educated at English boarding schools and Oxford,the European world never grew on him and European woman generally were evenless appealing to him than European culture. He returned from his native kingdomof Saudi Arabia only for businesspurposes as his involvement with the oil trade and real estate required that hevisit his international clientele. A waitress came over to him andsycophantically asked to refill his coffee, but he shoed her off with adisinterested finger. Most.