)Part 1: IntroductionOne day I woke up and decided it would be my last morning. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of wakin... up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser. "Following her direction, I put the tray down on the table in front of herand was just about to take my plate when she continued."Before you start, Stephanie, I must warn you that that dress is one ofmy favourites and was quite expensive. It fits you so well I would reallyrather you didn't ruin it." Yes, ma'am," I responded, almost curtseying, "I will go and get andapron."Moments later I returned from the kitchen, wearing the apron. I waitedfor her approval."Hmm, I'm still not convinced that. My father is by no means the most religious man in the world. He married a Black woman who’s a staunch catholic, and sent his mixed-race son to Boston College High School. An all-male Catholic school located in the heart of Boston. My dad taught me about Islam, but I was never obligated to follow its teachings. My mother insisted that I be raised catholic and in our household, my mother’s word was law. So much for the stereotype that Arab men dominate their women and rule their households with. Id never touched another guys dick before and tentatively reached for his, what else could I really do? It felt strange touching another guys dick. It felt strange having another guy touch mine however my cock swelled with blood and hormones and adrenalin kicked in and I couldnt say I wasnt enjoying having myself wanked off ,even though it was by another guy. I took hold of Michaels cock and started to do as I did to myself when I pulled myself off. The sensation of having another guys dick in.