Then, this HUGE... mostly quiet black k** named Andre, just stands up... walked over to where they had my bag, and without saying a word, he takes my ...ag, and opens it wide... and just LOOKS at the other black guys, and they put ALL my stuff back inside. Then, he walks up to me, and hands me my bag. The entire class was dead silent after that.Andre was a scary k**. He was really tall, with long muscular limbs. He was 6'3 and had a long muscular build like a really muscular basketball player. He. " The unfortunate young man wept even harder and exposed his chest to the startled landlady."They look like breasts," Helen said finally after having a close look at the "tumors." Don't be ridiculous," Jack huffed. "I'm a man. Men don't have breasts. They're tumors." His outrage had at least stopped his crying. But Jack was wrong. They were indeed breasts. And what a pair of hooters they were! Any woman alive would have been proud to have possessed this perfect pair of tit flesh. But since Jack. He sat in the chair I had strategically placed across from me. His eyes roamed over my body hidden only by the thin robe. My legs were still propped on the table and I knew that he could easily see my wet pussy from that angle.Matt had showered and cleaned himself up. I got a whiff of his herbal soap. He scooted his chair up closer to the table and I politely drug my feet off of it making sure to spread my knees as I did so. I saw his eyes dart to my crotch as he pretended to look at the. He liked the innocent ones and was willing to pay well for them. He would get his personal pound of flesh and then ship them off to Algiers for the Arab market. She almost hated to see this sweet young American turned over to a sadistic beast like him but money was money and his perverted depravity should be no concern of hers. She had to be cold and calculated about it, after all, she was a business woman and if she played her cards right could retire in a few years on a substantial income.