.. well ... I don't think Wes..."My voice tailed of as her face hardened."I was his date, Randy. His date," she repeated pointedly. "He was responsibl... for me; for protecting me when he took me to that party. Was that too much for me to expect - that I would be safe from 'those assholes' as you call them, when I was with him?" No..." And he laughed at me. I was humiliated, and he was laughing at me!"I started to say something in his defense, that he was completely bombed. That he wouldn't have. .. I nodded. Besides... you look pretty good... Now I smiled.We carried on sipping coffee... chatting generally. He was a nice guy. Looking back I realise that all the time... I was taking a girls role though I didn't really notice it at the time. Later Robert said... you could have changed out of the clothes you know... Then he smiled again. I just shrugged... I checked the clock... it was 3 am... just after. Robert stood up and said, he ought to get back to London... I asked if he was sober. I wondered if it was even possible. That first time he got maybe six inches in me and I was cumming wave after wave. I must have been sexy to him because he started fucking me and making it even better. The only sounds were my moans and the sounds made when a girl bounces on her lover's cock. Well I got to him and he started shooting load after load into my cunt. I loved it and it made me wild! When he got done I got off of him and cleaned up his cock the best I could with my mouth and. So I was following that way and religious Islamic law. In my teenage. I had feelings to speak and look at men and started to like men. I had interest to listen stories from other women while talking about men. By that time I even understood as what happens when it's wedding night from my aunts and cousins. I was getting more interested. As the rules of my family I was not allowed to look or speak at men. But sometimes while going for personal shopping I was feeling shy when some men were.