1. African Customs prt 1


    Date: 9/7/2016, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: whitewifeneedsbbc, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    cut short and neat, his upper lip sported what used to be called a military moustache and he was wearing designer sunglasses. It was very obvious that he fancied himself, and, I must admit, that he was rather good looking in a swarthy foreign sort of way. I must also admit, I also found his look to be a bit intimidating. When it came to our turn, I lifted both bags onto the bench and laid our passports beside them. As I did this the watching officer stepped forward, said something in the native tribal tongue and then told us, &#034There is an anomaly in your luggage, please come with me.&#034 As he spoke he grabbed the passports together with my wife's bag and set off towards the back of the hall. Following him, I was not unduly concerned, actually more irritated that this delay would probably cause us to miss the planned bus connection to our intended destination. His office was simply furnished with tall metal cabinets along the middle half of the right hand wall. In front of these were two simple office chairs set facing a wooden desk behind which was a comfortable looking leather upholstered swivel chair. Along the wall to our left as we entered there was a heavy wooden bench with metal arms and straight ahead at the far side of the office a fair sized window. Placing my wife's bag on his desk the large official indicated that we should sit on the metal chairs then took a pair of surgical gloves from a desk drawer and very deliberately put them on. I had horrible ...
    visions of an intimate body search but all he wanted was the key to the bag. On opening the lid open he looked down and immediately his face broke into a large grin. With a sense of embarrassment I knew he was gazing at my wife's underwear, garments only she and I were meant to see. Anne always wears feminine delicate under things but in preparation for our holiday we had visited an Victoria's Secret shop and spent rather a lot on some far more risqué items. The first pair of panties he merely held up and admired, but with the second pair, he took some time fingering the flimsy material, noticeably the crotch area. When he briefly wafted the third pair under his noseI began to lose control of my anger. When he then held up one of the recent purchases, up and started to very obviously picture Anne wearing them I leapt to my feet all caution abandoned. Fortunately, before I could move, he had switched to a black thong which he spun round his finger until it flew in the air towards me. I caught it and tossed it contemptuously back into the case and this small act of retaliation allowed me to regain control. The officer saw my distain, his mouth tightened and he snapped , &#034All right, let's get on with it then.&#034 However, instead of delving deeper into the bag, he began feeling the pockets lining the wall, his fingers heading unerringly towards the pouch at the end. &#034What have we here?&#034 he said gleefully slipping his fingers inside and I went cold all over as he slowly ...
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