I take him with me to my next dance lesson."Good, Sugar. Very good. We still need to work on that pirouette, but that's enough for tonight. We don't w...nt to overtax those ankles." Thanks, Rondell. Um, I'm hoping you can help me with another kind of training."Rondell is a slightly taller slender guy. He's flamboyantly gay, but we only see each other when were dressed in dance training cloths, so he's never really looked feminine to me. He's some kind of mixture of Black and Hispanic and maybe. There had been flash drives given to everyone as we left.I looked through them, realizing that I needed to do the same; print them off and write on the back who all the important people were to reminisce about if I lived long enough to get old.The last dozen or so pictures were of me dancing with my mates, “Beautiful ladies indeed! I’m so lucky they are with me for life. It must drive some men mad that they are so beautiful, so wealthy, have no interest in men and are totally off limits,” I. Haa meri randi aaj me tumhari gaand lal karungaa o bhi chod kee… to chodo naa kisne mana kiya haii muje bhi mazaa milegaa tumhare land se gaad marwane meeePhir mene mere land par thoda thod lagaya aur uski gaand par bhi aur me apna land uski gaand me dale laga ek Dhaka mara to merea adha land uki gaand me chalaga gaya .. use toda dard huaa.. fir mene use aur ek jordar Dhaka mara aur pura kaa pura land uke gaad me dal diya sudhaa bhi mase se apni gaand marwa rahi thi muje to uski chut se jayda. I paused for a second to get her used to the feel of my cock inside of her; it was going to happen a lot more from now on. As I started to move I felt her tight pussy muscles clench around me and try to keep me from moving. Katie sounded like she was either crying or moaning into Nessa’s pussy, but it didn’t matter which at this point. I needed her to acknowledge my dominance. I needed her to submit to me. I might even need to impregnate her to make her mine. I had just started moving in.