The carriage driver in Luxor.

In Luxor, we went for a walk along the Corniche, looking for a bar that sold beer or wine. We found a really cool pub and had quite a few drinks there. As we were leaving, a taxi driver approached us, offering his services. We negotiated a price and went to find his vehicle—only it wasn’t a car, but a horse-drawn carriage. He and his driver convinced us to go with them. He was very kind and polite; he even asked my friend to swap seats so he could sit next to me in the back, and we started chatting. Suddenly, he took my hand and placed it on his cock—it was rock-hard, large, and thick. We were passing through a somewhat dark street at the time. I kept touching him while we talked; the hotel was only 2km away, but the ride took 40 minutes. He said he wanted to sleep with us and asked for 30 euros for the two of us. I agreed, and we took him up to our room—the hotel had a rooftop bar, and you could reach the rooms by taking the stairs. It was a wonderful, full-service experience with the carriage-driving taxi driver. I got his WhatsApp number, and we still talk; he’s such a sweetheart.