I knew how to fix that.I took a hold of his hand and moved it up to the top of my panties. When I knew his fingers were above my panties, I pressed hi... hand against my body and slowly slid his fingers between my panties and bare skin. I kept moving his hand down until I could feel his finger tips just barely touch the top of my pussy lips. I pushed his hand down further. I couldn't get his hand all the way between my legs under my panties so he could feel my pussy. My panties were too tight for. In addition to Troy there was a new audience member at practice. It wasMark. He was eighteen like Scott and they were good friends apparently.He also seemed to know Troy as well. Mark looked athletic and had wavy,brunette hair that fell to the nape of his neck. He also sported amustache that looked like a horseshoe. Seeing a new audience memberscared me again, but if my hair shield worked for one person, it shouldwork for two.Scott had us run through the six songs we'd already practiced on. So, today I am up early doing some work and about 10am I’m going to head up to that beach. I’m going to take my surfboard and catch some waves and see what happens. I have checked and New Slave Boy will be there. Should be interesting.I've just gotten home from spending a few hours at the beach and I thought you guys might like a report on what happened.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I was a little earlier than the New Slave Boy. So thick," she mumbled."You like that do you, my little hijabi slut," Donte thrust in deeper, coating his black cock in her juices making it glisten."Oh Allah, I'm gonna..." she began to say as felt an explosion building up inside her."Go ahead. Cum, my hijabi slut. Cum all over cock!" he commanded her. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCKKK!" she moaned, repeating the words with each hard and penetrating thrust. Fahima thrashed wildly under the muscular black man, cumming hard. "We're just over half way.