She looked lovely with her nipples hardened and beautiful thighs. She proceeded to remove her bra releasing her lovely tits. I leaned over and started...to suck on them and she came back to life. I undid her small skirt and slipped it off. She parted her full thighs and I saw her wet panties with her full pussy lips protruding through the thin, now transparent, panties. I slowly slipped her panties off revealing a lovely plump pussy. Her lips were engorged and slightly parted with her pink. I didn't look up to see who it was."What was that all about, Jake?" asked Mr. Sykes.I didn't answer. All I could do was cry."Jake, you know if you don't return to the room I can send you to the office. It is likely that they would make you do the Program an extra week." Fuck the Program," I spat."What has gotten into you, Jake? You've already turned out to be one of my best students in class." This fucking Program has cost me my girlfriend," I spat."That's why Peyton was so upset," said Mr.. .and still knowing there was more to come. As if in answer to my perverted prayers again the sound of the leather strap whistles through the air and lands upon my tortured flesh with a resounding THWACK!! Now, Without the thin fabric of the panties between my naked flesh and the strap the pain seems more intense. Once again the blows are raining down on my ravished backside.....one after another, again alternating......first one cheek and then the other...SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!! it. Hafsah finally sprayed on some perfume. Hafsah then chose some high heels. Hafsah was the perfect whore her skin was neither too fair nor too dark. She had large swollen breasts and a firm ass, but she still managed to look elegant and virtuous. Hafsah looked out of the window and saw Cornell's car. She made her way downstairs and opened the door and left the house. Hafsah's abayah was long and at times touched the floor and her high heels clanked on the ground. Cornell watched as the Muslim.