"Hi." Kovu and Simba said at the same time."Well, how did you handle him Dad?" Kiara asked."He's gotten better." Simba said with a smile."Oh, Simba ma... I talk to you for a moment alone?" Nala asked."Yes." Simba answered.Simba and Nala went inside so that nobody else could hear."What do you want to talk to me about?" Simba asked."Well, I was just wondering. Since your going to have sex with our daughter, I think maybe I should be Kovu's first real test!" Nala said with a look of fire in her. My first two classes, English and Math, were typical of what all my classes are like now.The only difference now is that the kids who witness the abuse are no longer shocked when I'm forced to display my body or allow boys to grope me openly. They watch, apparently looking forward to the show they're coming to expect before the start of each class.I took my seat in History class and glanced at Mr. Curry. He grinned at me for a second or two and then ignored me for the rest of the class. But I. You reach back and grab my cock, a huge smile now on your face. “you turn now is it?” you ask, quickly followed by “you wish”. You stand up and walk away into the bedroom, telling not to move or dare touch my cock. After what seems like an eternity you call my name. I practically run to you to find you on your knees, dressed in hold up stocking, the other high heels I bought you and your hands behind your back. “I read 50 shades” you tell me “ do with me as you will” you then bow your head.. I couldn't wait to fill my hungry black cunt with that thing. "Gabrielle, why—ah, fuck!" He hissed quietly as I climbed over him, and moved my pussy up along the underside of his throbbing, veiny shaft. My entire body shuddered. His dick was hot against my snatch. I thought I would cum right then and there. "Gabrielle," He said again. I leaned into him, chocolate B-cups pressing against his chiseled chest, and covered his mouth with my right hand before he could say anything else. .