The second call was a surprise for it too was in Arabic. It was made from the Rochester College security front desk.It was the leader of the poster gr...up that I had confronted when we were there; I recognized the voice. He introduced himself as 'Aadam Abdul Mohammad'"We met at the fence a few weeks ago. We had a private talk while my aids went to summon the artist. Do you remember any of the things we talked about?" he asked."Yes, we talked about how the weather was in Bagdad in the spring and. Never breaking eye contact, looking at me while taking me deep.I moved my hands to the back of her head and forced my cock in her deeper and faster. I was face fucking this little whore and she loved every minute of it.She enjoyed being called names, loved the abuse. The thought of having my cock sucked by a 16yr old school girl was too much and it wasn't long before i blew my nut down her throat. she gagged a little and pulled out but i forced my cock inside her again."listen here you little. I was in a higher pleasure zone.I told him to stretch my nipples and twist them. As soon as he did that, my pussy was gripping his cock and I was cumming again. This time, my father-in-law pinched my nipples hard, making me cry out, and called me his slut. He told me, “This is what a slut like you needs,” while still pinching my nipples and stretching them hard.His cock was going deeper into my pussy. I could feel it nudging my cervix. I started to cum again while my father-in-law was calling. I thought about what her strong, toned body would look like under that white dress. I knew that I was wet and would probably spend the night masturbating in my hotel room. As I was about to get up and leave the dressing room I heard a voice behind me. ‘Well hello there,’ they said. I turned around and was surprised to see the woman standing right behind me. ‘What’s your name?’ she asked, resting a manicured hand on my shoulder. ‘Isabelle,’ I said nervously, staring at her fingers. ‘Well,.