“Ok. I’m sorry about last night. I have to go, go back to sleep, I’ll talk to you later.”She texted Christie next: Everything’s ok and got...a :) in return.How lucky, she thought to herself, to have such an amazing boyfriend and such a good friend.The next Monday in school, Chris was waiting for her. He took her hand in his, and they walked into the courtyard. Things progressed as if nothing had happened, Chris never tried to pressure her, never even brought the subject up.Meanwhile, all of. This young beauty was masturbating in mosque just for me! My cock was straining in my pants, but I dare not move, being that I was seated in the front row. The aching intensified as I saw her gently pull the panties aside, revealing two of the most perfect pussy lips I have ever seen, smooth and pink and now definitely glittering with moisture. She gently inserted one finger, first up to the knuckle, then all the way, and I heard a sharp intake of breath which she covered with another soft. He was taught how to handle pain at a young age. He was given extensivetraining in handing pain, and ways to deal with it and not submit to it.Some of the training involved torture, brutal painful torture that people inhis family's line of work sometimes endured to extract vital information. Soevery member of his family from his sister to his brothers received thetraining. He long forgot about it because he didn't want to be part of thefamily. He fled and tried to live a civil and legal life.. In everything he did, he knew that he had under-achieved. He wasn't one of life's winners. He'd never got the promotions he'd wanted. At least not until so late it was a recognition of his seniority and patience than any native ability. Time and time again, he'd seen younger men leapfrog ahead of him. For them advancement, romance, marriage and respect just came naturally.But not to him. He had no exciting past to reflect on, no youthful excesses to regret, nothing in his life which he could.