She will have some understanding of Arabic as she has been a prisoner of Arabs for several months.” I pointed a finger at the hooded figure of Maste...rs. “And see if you can find a cloak or something similar to disguise this poor excuse of an officer.”Mimi nodded, then entered the bedroom and closed the door. A moment later she reopened the door and handed me a chador, the all-enveloping garment worn by Muslim woman when outdoors.“This is the best I can do, Jacques.” She glared at Masters.. "I know, with time. I am not going to push you, but hope you come around to the idea. "I'll keep an open mind. Right now, I'd like to rest, wake me up when we land." "Will do." I leaned on his shoulder, and covered up with my blanket. Joel wrapped his arm around me. He kissed the top of my head, resting his cheek on top of my head. * "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, your room is ready, have a great stay." We walked to the elevator, and I smirked and said, "See, benefits of dating me, I have your last. As I said previously, I came here to get off on hardcore porn. I eventually tired of looking at porn with the sound muted, because I hated the totally unconvincing sounds coming from the 'actors' and 'actresses'! But reading the recollections of other readers pasts, intermingled with a healthy helping of erotic fantasy, took me back to being 14 years old again and reading through Anais Nin's 'Delta of Venus', a tome I held in high regard for another couple of years. I must have read that book. ..I feel a pulling sensation in my lower stomach...and almost like a sweet tension is spreading through out. I feel him go deeper and deeper and then he is fully submerged. And then he retrives it and pumps it back in...and he goes harder and faster. I am getting drunk on this pleasure. My body arches towards his, my hips move towards his cock. I want it... oh yeeeeesss...I wanted it so much. He then let goes of my arms and stands back on his knees. He lifts one of my legs up and positions it.