I love falling asleep in my beloved Zainab’s arms, and waking up to see her face inches from mine. I love holding Zainab in my arms, and I love the ...way she smells and tastes. A world of woman, mine to explore. Zainab and I can’t get enough of each other. Our long-repressed lesbian desires have been unleashed, and we have sex a lot. Like, several times a day. How cool is that? Zainab Kader and I have a really passionate relationship, and that’s how we like it. My gorgeous sweetie likes to tie me. I was a single, white, twenty-five-year-old woman who was looking for a summer job in a bank in a small city, not far from Minneapolis. There were no bank jobs available, so I became a cocktail waitress in a two-level restaurant called The Galaxy; fine dining upstairs, a really cool bar downstairs. It was "THE" happening place to be in in our city. The lower level was mainly a bar with a house band every weekend. Being a young woman from a small town, I got caught up in the nightlife, and. The shacks were gone, so no one used the road except Estavante's thugs. All our people were going to have to hump nylon packs filled with law rockets through the jungle. I certainly hoped that they would take their medicine before they tried that. I planned to start the aspirin a day regiment immediately. It might not help, but it sure as hell couldn't hurt. Unless I got shot of course. I was actually more afraid of a stroke from the jungle jaunt, than being shot. Hey I knew even then, that I. I soon felt her other hand caress my hanging balls, lifting them gently in time to her strokes. Every once in a while she would trace her finger downward from my sack coming tantalizingly close to my anus before slithering back to my nuts to tease me some more. I could feel the spunk rising in my balls and began to press my hips foreword as she drew her silken hand back down my shaft.I was overcome and watched shoot streams of hot cum arc across the room from my prick to land on the floor in.