"You had a lot saved up in there. I just bet you got your dick sucked lots of times." She winked, acknowledging the lie he told. She pulled him to his... feet then sat on the couch directly in front of him and slowly swallowed his entire rod holding him in her throat until he pushed forward with his hips. She slowly twirled her wet, hot tongue around him as she withdrew off him, smacking her lips. She stood, taking him to the kitchen table, brushing all of its content aside to the floor and bent. What had Fatima and her aunt have been talking about. “A lot of clothes don’t fit me so well. I’ve just been growing too big up here,” she said indicating her chest. “I’m sure you have! Can we see?” “Sorry?” Wondered Amna. What was her aunt’s friend suggesting? “Fatima’s just wondering if we could see how much your breasts have grown,” Aunt Salim elucidated. “Come on, Amna, you can’t be too shy about showing her. After all you show your body to strange people every day.” “It’s not the same. Your body glowing in the sun, you lie back and are lulled to sleep by the crashing waves, squawking birds, and pleasurable warmth. The sound of footsteps crunching in the sand awakens you. Shading your eyes against the sun's glare, you see a man approaching. I walk up from the water, still wet from my morning swim, long legs carrying me quickly up the shore. Rather than grab for your clothing, you recline on your elbows, thrusting out your huge shapely breasts,and part your legs slightly so. Its oval walls of silver red velvet and gold reached high above to the roof, chandelears dangled gracefully high overhead, there was even a large cinema screen. Where one half of the room was a ballroom the other an amphitheater this place was used for both business and pleasure. It was grand, tasteful and reeked of power and wealth. The Master clapped his hands, and moments later a deafening silence had taken over.“Welcome once again dear friends, it has been far too long science last we.