I had paid the money and we got out of the taxi, we also paid a bribe to the door man in the apartment, as said it is forbidden to have un-married sex... in Morocco (Especially between a Muslim woman and a non-Muslim man such as myself) but as it is such a corrupt country, bribery can make anything possible here. We went into the apartment and she was holding my hand, we then sat down in the living room and she had transformed from being really sweet and almost innocent like to really sexually. ‘Ready? I’m gonna get you to the door and cover you backs while you run like hell. Questions? Good, let’s go.’ Into the phone I said ‘Three kids coming out the service exit.’ ‘We’ve got units on the way,’ said Chin. ‘Tell them to come out running with their hands up.’ I passed the instructions and sent them on. Once I made sure they were on they were on their way out, I turned around and retraced my steps. Back down the mall towards Glassmakers. Still hearing shots, I looked up to the upper. " So... I hate to put you in a position where you gotta lie to them, but..." Oh no no, don't worry about it," he rushed to reassure me. "I think you'redoing exactly the right thing. I'll be careful what I say." Thank you," I said, and leaned forward to give him a hug. I might've had abit too much to drink, it was making me feel all affectionate."And bro, listen, if Owen and I ever get too much, if there's anythinground the house that bothers you..." Again, no worries! You guys are doing me a. "Need a hand?" Sure, if you want to, if not I'll be fine. You want some?" she said, offering me the joint in her hand. She had big eyes, the kind of mouth you dream about wrapping around your cock, and medium sized tits hiding beneath her loose fitting dress.I took a couple of hits, passed it back and extended my hand to shake hers. Instead, she got up and hugged me, squeezing me hard. Her thigh was pressed against my already semi hard cock, and I know she felt it. She giggled a little in my.