Without arguing, I followed Sharon out of the back of the court house and into the waiting car. I still wanted to know where I was going and what was ...actually happening but protocol in Kumar meant a silent ride in the back of the Mercedes. Who was I kidding, I couldn’t talk anyway! We clearly were not heading back to the hotel and soon we pulled up outside a typical Middle Eastern house, with high walls protecting a modest interior. As Sharon knocked on the heavy door, a lady clad in a black. He moved his lips down to my chest across the tattoo towards my small breasts, kissing around carefully avoiding my stiff nipples, his hands cupping and squeezing them. I arched my back pushing my chest into him. I cried out softly as he finally closed his lips around my pierced nipple, his tongue flicking across the tip as his teeth teased me. I moaned and squirmed as he switched nipples, the little sensitive pink nipples were now standing to full attention as he worked them. He looked me in. " Which do you prefer, Culburn, (cunt) or (pussy)?"I wasn't about to answer."You guys are all alike."I immediately protested that remark."Girl, you just told me not three days ago that I wasn't like most guys, that I was different. Remember? That I was special and that you loved that about me." Oh, yeah. I do remember that." Now, pull your dress down." No! I'm going to do it to myself. And you can't stop me. And don't you even try, buster."I lifted from the steering wheel and flattened both. The girl squirms and moans louder as the creamy cum finally starts leaking from her juicy slit. “Ohh god! Stop! Please!” begs Emma, her pussy twitching and contracting around the fingers, her whole body beginning to shake. Slowly, Megan withdraws her fingers and licks the tasty treat of them before kissing Emma little pussy passionately, her tongue licking the swollen clit in rapid little circles that make the orgasm-exhausted girl lurch and whimper in extreme pleasure. Megan crawls up to.