That arm would be ruined for months on my world, but the medicines and magic of this world could heal him much sooner. Still, the pain and humiliation...of this would last longer than the injuries would.I changed my grip on his wrist and then twisted to the left, raising his damaged arm up and revealing an opening for my next attack. I drove my left elbow into his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him as I readied my final attack.I brought my left leg up and kicked to my side, droving my. She looked up and saw Mr. Richards and Yolanda looking down at her. Her hands were still between her legs. She felt very exposed like this having just shared this most intimate act with the older white man. Her legs gaped wide open, her black pussy glistened."Stand up, girl," said Yolanda, picking up her chain. Shanika stood. "Display," she commanded. The slave girl resumed the position she had been taught. Her heart was still beating rapidly, having not recovered completely from her self. I walked up to her desk in the front of the classroom, which is quite big, so it wasn't possible to see anything, and sat on her chair and asked for her help with some sentence I didn't understand. She sat on my lap and grinded softly, while explaining the words, meanwhile I unzipped my pants and she felt her cock against her pussy, since she didn't wear any panties, she carefully slipped my cock inside her wet cunt, she moaned quietly and tried to continue explaining the words while slowly. I think water and white frosting would work, for a start. Sound good?" I'd have to see it, but it sounds like it could work. Worth a shot, anyway." She went to the kitchen and came back in a couple minutes with a spray bottle and a turkey baster in a bowl of what looked surprisingly like cum. She took the baster and squirted a little onto her breasts, and I had to admit, it looked realistic. I could tell she was horny by now, and she'd completely lost any inhibition she'd had about being.