) and was pushing my dick and doing deep throat… the feeling of dick head touching the walls of the throat is too good and this continued to 15 mins... then without informing I started peeing in her mouth and she had no other option except to drink.Now we entered the Bathtub and I took the hand shower and put it on her head and the water was started dripping from her forehead to lips then between the boobs ( . )( . ) and then to Pussy V.In the mean time I have poured some soap into the Tub and. His wife was very warm and friendly and she said she was also from Shanghai. We even spoke in Shanghaiese, and since I was less than 3 months pregnant, having an abortion at the time was a piece of cake. They even drove me to a clinic and accompanied me all the time. After my procedure they even let me stay in their guest bedroom and let me recover. But then he told me this the next day. This was his exact words and I remember it quite well because it made me very angry at the time. "I'm. Then again, it's not a normal job. You know that too. Anticipation clutches at your stomach.The man who greets you has a matter-of-fact air of easy confidence. You guess nothing you might say or do would surprise him. You shake hands and he says his name is Robert - no surname, just Robert. His grip is firm and businesslike; you think, nice cool hands belong to a nice warm heart. You hope.He asks if he can call you Amanda. You tell him, of course he can. The smile he gives you is boyish, almost. "That told 'em didn't it. I know their sort, a few drinks, then try to get you out the back for a quick shag up against the beer crates, pathetic." The scene she'd just described sounded fine to me, but hopefully it would have been a long shag rather than a quick one.She drained her vodka and slurred, "We don't need them do we honey, we're OK as we are. I'll get the next lot." She started to get up but sat back down again as she lost her balance, giggling. I scolded her across the table, "Lena.