The man sliced upward, cutting through my nice cocktail dress…In a couple seconds, these men discovered I was not wearing any thong or bra under my ...agged dress. They both whispered…“Bitch is hot… she does not wear any slutty thong underneath…”Naked and tied up, bent over the sofa at these men’s mercy.A bit ashamed at my reaction, I felt my pussy getting moist. And my nipples grew hard as they brushed against the sofa cushion. Behind me, I heard the alarming sound of a zipper going down.Some. It was like the full reality of the situation came rushing into my mind.I'm sitting on my principal's lap with his hard cock inside my u******e pussy. I'm thinking to myself, he's rubbing my clit, I'm holding his neck and now he's holding me as well. We're kissing passionately and I'm squeezing my hard nipples. I had just enough time to think two things simultaneously. This is so fucked up and wrong, fucking an older black man and at the same time that I'm so fucking turned on! The intense rush. Bob looked at Julie.“Do you feel like I molested you?”Julie shook her head, firmly. “No way, Daddy.”Bob looked at Barbie.“Are you afraid somebody’s going to molest you tonight?”“No, Daddy,” she said. “It’s just a word.”“It’s a powerful word, that can get me thrown in prison,” said Bob. “If we’re going to do this ... learn about our bodies and how strong the sex drive can really be, it needs to be because you want to learn, and not because I’m forcing you. I just believe, deep down, that you. .. Shanghai’s subway, despite being massively crowded, was impressive, state-of-the-art, almost futuristic, and it quickly carried me to the bar’s vicinity, which was only a few stops away.Riding the escalator up to street level, I swiped through my GPS, located the bar, which turned out to be a restro-pub, in a gargantuan shopping center close by... I rode up another escalator inside the shopping center, spotted my destination: “Cowboys Bar and Grill.”Walking in through the open, arched double.