” I nodded. “I’d like…I’d like to not be treated like a…customer. I’d like to be…romanced a little bit, if you can?” “I will try ...to do my best. But, I don’t know your name.” She looked down like she was thinking about it. “Beth, my name is Beth.” “Beth, let me change. I’ll put on some nice clothes, and throw together a bag.” “I’ll be back for you in an hour.” Beth picked me up an hour later in an amazing dark-blue BMW. She had changed into a pretty dark red dress. Her eyes were sparking. "That cock of yours is so much bigger than your Dads...." I was shocked! First time my cock had ever been compared to my Dads!!!I started to thrust in and out of her pussy, and it felt GREAT.. She was moaning and writhing as my shaft slid in and out, and I could feel with my tip every detail of the inside if her vagina - I had never felt so much with any of my previous partners and this was turning me on sooo much.I reached under her and cupped her boobs in my hands, massaging them while I kept. Gone was the successful business man, gone was the bold Italian dealer in illicit objects, substances and influence. Gone was the bravado and the talk of vendetta against the Emir and his family. Instead there was a cowering, blubbering wretch who pleaded to be allowed to die."In your country, what is the penalty for breaking in to someone's house with the aim of stealing something, or kidnapping someone?" asked the Emir in English.Ernesto seemed to recover some of his poise at hearing a. “Tell her what you want, and the slut will do it.”This was the a good cop- bad cop scenario that I’d thought about with David and Peter, one was full of compliments with an easy way with words, the other being blunt, demanding and to the point. But, if that’s how they wanted to play I was only too happy to go along with it.“Well, the disco has started up now, so how about a dance for us?” Peter said, his hand had now settled up my skirt and was stroking my crotch through the material of my.