Rachel had been only mildly surprised to find that she, Rachel, was bi-sexual. But then, over a Christmas break, Livy had disappeared. Years later, Ra...hel learned that Livy had married a dentist and was raising five kids.Rachel checked the dashboard clock. Jason was a minute late. She squirmed in her seat. She hoped she could pull off this favor he wanted. He would owe her, and she would demand that he repay her with that magnificent piece of meat between his legs. She planned to ride that. Oh the power at my finger tips... I begin to move my hips bringing the toy in and out of her. Quickening with each stroke, moving my hand to her pussy I part her lips "Has that pussy ever been spanked" I begin to tap against her clit smacking the bud with increasing hardness . She's moaning and thrashing by now, trying to take more of the fake cock inside. Grabbing her by her ass cheeks I lift her up and down, churning it inside her slamming at her hole...she’s on the point of cumming "Please. “So what do you have?”“Come with me,” I said walking into the bedroom, Nikiand Enzo followed me, with Enzo’ nose close to Niki’sbutt. I pulled a bag from the closet and emptied ontothe bed. There was a girdle I had altered so that itwould protect Niki from Enzo’ claws, a strawberrymouth-spray and same flavor lip balm, a small tube ofKY and a mouth ball to keep Niki from screaming tooloud.“Wow, you’ve thought this through, haven’t. My name is Farah Al-Mokhtar, and I was born in the City of Khor Angar in the Republic of Djibouti. I’ve been living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, for the past fifteen years. I’m twenty years old. A lot of people are surprised when I tell them that I am a Christian. While it’s true that the Republic of Djibouti is ninety four percent Muslim, six percent of the total population of my native land is Christian…and growing. Religious freedom is a cornerstone of Djibouti society, even.