"How big is it? Angela asked. Her voice seemed shaky. "Eight and a half inches," Jessica blurted out. "Eight and a half inches," she repeated herself.... I stood there, feeling like a fucking porn star – this was awesome. Jessica looked up at me with a dazed expression on her gorgeous face."How big does it get when it's hard?" she asked. Glancing back down at it. "Why don't you make it hard and find out?" I asked, cheekily. I swung it from left to right in front of her like a pendulum, the head. I loved it, melting into her kiss while I thought of Fahima and that naughty twinkle in her eyes. I had to enjoy her. Seduce her.I had to experience more Arab delights.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~July 25th, 2038The next day, I arrived at the imam's house with a jar of candied figs to give as a thank you gift. I stepped out of my self-driven Uber. There wasn't a driver, the car just navigating the city of Riyadh all on its own. It was perfect when your husband didn't have a spare car.I. ’ I took a deep breath. ‘How long do you expect to be working as a, uh, in your current field?’ I knew it was an offensive question, but it had to be asked. Her smile softened. ‘If you would like a first hand demonstration of my income potential Mister Sutter. Then you’ll have it.’ She reached into her briefcase coming out with a business card which she flipped over and penned a name and address on, and slid it across the desk. ‘That is not at all what I am getting at!’ I said rather hastily.. I felt it deep in my gut, that funny feeling you get, going straight to the nerve endings the length of my dick causing it to spasm tightly. Then it happened, the flood gates of my prostrate and balls opened pumping out a massive load directly into her mouth, followed by two more enormous spurts before it slowed. I finally awoke form my climax trance, looking intently down at her face she was enjoying the moment, having the power to make me orgasm. It didn’t matter to me but she managed not to.