I could already tell she was really getting into this role reversal thing and it was turning me on!I went to the bedroom and came back out in just the... black robe that I owned to the best vision I've had to this day! This girl with that body, those clothes and a big, thick, veiny black cock hanging from her hips! She wore a big smirk on her face too as she looked at me like a predator, one hand gripping the base of her cock."Get over here, on your knees and suck my big black cock." She. "That you are really an Arab pretending to be white?"Silence fell across the whole restaurant as all the other diners waited for his response."I have never made any secret of the fact that my mother was English and my father was Kobekistani," he said."Well we don't want any part-blacks here," she declared, "Australia is for the whites, especially the better restaurants." In that case, may I offer you a lift anywhere?" he said, "Since you are one quarter Aborigine yourself."If the restaurant had. She was one of the best in the world and that often they used her to get off some of the male patrons while they were tasting sperm. I almost forgot that this whole exercise was for a sperm sample. Sperm tasting? Hell call it cum sucking. I didn’t want to sound as technical as Mrs. Issacs. Then I felt it, Mrs. Issacs must have be turning up the voltage. The twinge was unmistakable and my dick must have gained strength. I felt my ass pulsate and I felt my climax coming on real good. Mrs.. Brian greeted us. "Your timing is impeccable. Come on in."Inside, the cabin looked much like a hunting lodge, but with no stuffed animal heads on the wall. It was a simple layout: A large main room, that was both a living and dining room, a bedroom, and a kitchen. A good sized bathroom branched off the bedroom. A large fire crackled away in the main room's fireplace.Brian was a little shorter than me, about five foot nine, with salt and pepper hair. He had piercing dark blue eyes and an almost.