"Ali asked when he would be back, and again I lied, telling him that I had just had a phone call to say he wouldn't be coming back.Then Ali turned to ...his wife and spoke to her in Turkish. I didn't understand exactly what was said, but it was obvious from body language that Ozlem had agreed to something."Can I get you two a drink?" I inquired."That's very nice of you, but I will get them, Jill, what are you drinking?"We made conversation as best we could. It was slow because Ali had to translate. Several men leaned against the walls waiting for a booth to come open. Two or three were trying to peek through the cracks in the doors. As Don and I walked through the area the smell of ejaculated seminal fluid filled the air with a pungent odor. I had spent some time in the mini booths on a few occasions. The floors were always sticky with semen. I wish the guys would learn to swallow instead of spitting or shoot their cum into a paper towel— instead of the floor.Once in the privet room. I took a deep breath of Neeru’s pussy odor, savoring its smell. Then I extended my tongue and took my first taste of Neeru’s luscious cunt. The flat of my tongue swept between her tight wet cunt lips, Neeru gasped involuntarily after a long time her aching pussy got the attention it was craving for. Almost against her will, her hand moved behind my head. “No, please keep your hands where they were.” I commanded. My mouth glued itself to her pussy lips and sucked hard, letting my tongue curl. In fact, professor Gilbreth is her rolemodel, and Gilbreth is not just a feminist, but a feminist with veryradical views. Linda may adopt some of the extreme views, but sure itwill be alright as soon as we marry and have kids.I felt the itching again, much stronger this time. It's started toworry me. I didn't like the idea of letting the medic to play with mybody, and even less I liked the idea that they were going to make melook like a girl. As soon as I see Linda again, I will ask her tomarry.