I tried to reassert myself, but he grabbed a handful of my blond hair, and held me with ease, face down into the bed.I could hear his grunting as he c...ntinued the ****, and somehow I sensed this man was punching above his ability to pull a good looking white girl, he was obviously getting off big-time, as his mouthings sounded Turkish, and boy did he fuck.I tried to disseminate myself from my body, telling myself go with it, ride with him, let him think your up for it, so I relaxed and started. I am sorry that I put you in that situation… and I hope you will understand that it can never happen again." This last came in almost a whisper. My nerves were gone now as I watched her lose her nerve while she spoke."Well, Miss, I understand," I began, "that it was difficult for you with an older student in the class. But I accept that I also contributed to the situation yesterday because I find you so attractive."She smiled at the compliment, and because she thought I understood what she was. " You don't get it colored?" Nope. This is what color you get. Mom wasn't gonna pay for extra stuff for me." She paused. "Unless. Why? D'you want me to change it?" She turned and looked at me."Oh, no, baby," I answered. "I'm a sucker for it just the way it is. Women pay a lot of money to get hair like you have naturally."That got me a smile. And a twinkle. And a question that sat me back. "So tell me how this hand job thing works..." What?" Hand jobs?" She looked at me, eyes a-twinkle. "I heard. “Well, if that girl doesn’t want you, there’s always an empty spot for you here,” Marcus opened his giant arms, a gesture that could just as well drive the fear of all that was holy into Edgar.But the scientist was fast to catch innuendo now and he even seemed more used to it.“I’m afraid that there would be a crowd there,” Edgar said lightly.Marcus was laughing so hard that Ayn thought for a moment that his friend was this close to blow a fuse for real.“What did I tell you? The sexiest mind.