Foreign Flavors

925 Days

You had set up a lunch date with Mustafa and Amanda just to see how things were going. It was initially supposed to be at a Cuban restaurant, but Amanda asked if they could do it at a Middle Eastern place instead.

"Mmm, this is good Mustafa!" Amanda chirped happily, devouring her meal. You'd never seen her so enthused with your favorite places. You could tell they'd been fucking almost continuously. As young and perky as she was, it still showed that she was tired.

"Try this," he ordered, holding up a dollop of some sauce. She leaned down, sucking it off his fingers, and her features brightening even more.

"Oh wow," she said. "Mustafa is doing a good job of showing me an entire world I've been missing."

"Umm ... do you think I could watch sometime?" you asked, changing the topic entirely. Amanda tucked her hair behind her ear nervously.

"Not in person," she said firmly. "Could we send him a video, babe?" Mustafa regarded you coldly, then nodded with a sneer.