As I lay there with a busy right hand, I remembered hearing someone on a bus talking about a beach called Cala Conta. When I got up I got out the map ...that Pau had given me and found the beach, and how to get there. I’d have to get the bus to San Antonio the either another bus or walk down to the harbour and get a boat there. After a quick breakfast in the café I packed my bag and set off to get a taxi to the bus station.I’d decided to wear exactly the same as the previous day, a material-less. When he got there, she was waiting for him in her van. He got in her car, and he told me she was wearing this super-short white skirt (my favorite), a red tank top, and red high heels. He soon discovered this was all she had on. He kissed her and suggested they transfer to the bench seat behind the bucket seats in front. She agreed, and he got out and went around and opened her door for her. When she slid out of the seat and put her feet on the ground, he could clearly see my wife's pussy. She. I asked him what he meant and he told me that Muslim women are supposed to be obedient, dutiful, essentially submissive, passive, accepting the authority of the man. I had been all these things and more. I told him that all this was very natural to me and that he had been assertive and dominant in a way the majority of the men I saw were not.That those men were if anything far too polite and almost tentative in their approach while I actually wanted to be submissive to a dominant male.Well, he. I couldn't take him very deeply, but I sucked for all I was worth. As I sucked his cock, I swirled my tongue around his shaft and rubbed his balls. If I'm telling the truth, even though this was what I had asked for, I was afraid. Afraid to give in to my desires. Afraid that there was no going back once I completed our tryst. Afraid that I would never want to walk as a man in the world again.All these thoughts and more swirled through my head as I continued to lick and suck his dick, but before.