I freely admit that I had humiliated them and degraded their submissive flesh with pleasure that radiated from my core roots between my muscular legs....I had teased them with their own undies forcing them to inhale their own juices and caused them to taste my male essence with a knowing smile on their pretty faces.The simple truth was that I used sex to train my protegee in the ways of the male animal never feeling that pleasure was my goal, but the creation of a seductive instrument of Jihad. She often pressed my uniform for me for free because she knew I liked to look good for the female students in the school. I knew she wanted me to exercise her female parts from the way she would rub up against me as I sat at the low table drinking tea in the early morning or late at night. The touch of her bare foot between my knees made me tremble with a need to enter a female entryway regardless of age or exterior appearance. Several times with my mother or Sashimi in the room she would. “Yes, you are,” I replied. “I like American man,” Ann replied, “You . . .you American man . . .you make me excited.” As she spoke, Ann slipped her hand between her legs and held it there. She looked at my crotch. “You American man, you get excited too, no?” “Yes,” I replied, looking down at the bulge in my pants. Ann slid off the edge of the table and stood in front of me, barefoot and with her hands on her hips. “So what do we do?” Ann pressed. “Well, that is up to you,” I replied, as I. You gently touched my left hand and remarked at how beautiful my hands and nails were.”“I let you continue to hold my hand. We really started to connect and open up about our lives. We both had a failed marriage. We each talked about what went wrong, and what we both wanted from another relationship. Neither one was sure if we wanted another heartbreak. We wouldn’t admit to the other that we were falling in love with each other as the seconds and minutes passed by.”“Maybe we are right now,” Dan.