<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison</strong><br/><br/>Moussad wished she could understand english. He was certain it was probably too hard for her. He had good english. He had good cock for her and meant to spear her after she danced. First he wanted her hot enough to drop a pineapple and get grill marks on it. He stroked her as he pulled her hair. Stretching her as she took more of his two fingers deeper inside her. She was tight enough to squeeze a quarter and give fifty cent's change.<br/><br/>The thumping was annoying. He lifted his head from her shoulder where he was kissing and nipped to shout.  It was too late. Throckbottle had lost a good portion of the blood from his face with the tourniquet that was the hand around his neck.<br/><br/>There was only one pair of hands that big.  Moussad grinned wondering if Throckbottle head would pop like a cork or just drop off.<br/><br/>Neither happened. Somehow the man was able to unlock the door backwards, much to Moussad's disappointment.  The door slipped open in relief and Throckbottle sank to the floor attempting to crawl over to the stood with the paper bag.<br/><br/>"Hey Fuck ah You Mudder!! How you been lousy enough this day?" Moussad said in his most colorful english.<br/><br/>He slapped Madison on her ass, and whispered to her, "Back to those fingers my slave!"<br/>