But as I looked at her, she was very much a woman, attractive with a full figure, nice legs and slim hips.She wore a bright red woolen coat, which was...open, a short black skirt, and black pantyhose, or like me stockings.My eyes fell onto her blouse, and as I looked, I wandered if she was wearing a brassiere.My eyes looked first at her then I counted the heads of the various men sitting where she stood, there were seven men, then a dark mood engulfed me, were all those men going to fuck her.I. By their smiles and perverted hand gestures, clearly they knew what direction this speech was going."This town is full of beautiful white women. Their breasts are large and succulent with the capacity to nurse many sons. Allah made the women of this town as beautiful as they are because Muslim men can not resist them, and they should not resist them. Remember, the place of the white woman is on her knees; submissive, passive, willing. Go and give her orgasms, many of them, her orgasms will. I entered the room, finding Stacy sitting on the sofa in a very nicewhite and light blue dress with high heels on, looking every bit thegrown up. She looked at me, first with a smile and then with a surprisedlook on her face."I thought you said she was in the early stages of her 'training' Mom?"Stacy asked."She's supposed to be, but you know children, they don't always do whatthey're told," Mrs Allen said."And she didn't even curtsy when she entered the room, you do have yourhands full with. When she realized what was happening she hungrily fought to take the strawberry, rubbing lips with him until he let go. “Hey,” she said, swallowing, “that’s not fair. You said we had to use the fork!” “No.” Colin said calmly. “I said you had to use the fork. I didn’t say what I had to use.” “That’s not fu…” He plunged another into her mouth. After the third she whipped away the towel to reveal a huge grin. “You’re learning this game pretty quickly.” She gathered up the bowls.