I thought I saw his eyes quickly returning from another visit to my cleavage.“Is it a sour type of cream?” he asked. “Like quark? We do have qua...k now.”“I have no idea what that is.”“It’s a kind of a very mild sour cream.”“Oh no no, the cream I’m thinking of isn’t sour. It’s a little sweet. And it’s always served warm.”“Warm?”“Yes. Maybe poured over some sticky buns or hotcakes? I just can’t get enough of the stuff.”“Where have you had it?”“Oh, I’ve had it all over. Especially when I go down. They’re obsessed with me. They treat me like some kind of deity, so I started calling them pilgrims.The problem is, technically I’m one of them. I’m mixed race, half Bahraini, yes I’m as hot as the desert and half English – hence the foul mouth. I dress in Western clothes and possess a liberal attitude. The whole package drives my South Asian classmates mad.It’s not that I have a particular problem with my South Asian pilgrims either, they’re usually good looking, kind hearted men, who are for. She was moaning like crazy. Good thing the windows were rolled up, else people might have arrived thinking someone was in danger. I sucked one breast and massaged the other with my hands. It was such an awesome feeling that I just didn’t want stop.Rachael then took my mouth off her nipples and pushed my head down towards her pussy. Her pussy was all wet, but I was in no mood to budge that easily. I wanted her to beg me for it. So I went down and started kissing her thighs. I kept going and. For now, I was fixating on that dark little pucker.I watched as Eliza liberally coated the smallest plug with lube and spread it around. She then stepped over to the bed and let a long stream of it fall and seep between Sylvia’s arse cheeks. Then she turned to me.“Will you join us? I need someone to hold her cheeks apart.” As I stood up her eyes widened. “I see you are already eager for the next stage of training,” she commented. It was true, my shorts were struggling to hold my hard dick in.