"Now perhaps you'll be paying more attention?" he smiled. "Let's try another problem. Class, who would like to correct Karen if she's still inattentiv... to the principles of algebra?"All the guys volunteered. I felt very pressured, but managed to work a couple of problems correctly, which got me through the rest of class.It was a relief to be done with algebra, and I hastily stepped out into the hallway. But then Harold spotted me and started clicking more pictures of me in the hallway. I had to. I got one of the little bars of soap from the bathroom and used it to prop open the door just enough where she could get in without a key. I took off my clothes and took a quick shower. After drying off I put on my ski mask then turned off all the lights. I laid on the bed and waited.It was 12:15 when there was a knock at the door. I said it was open and to come on in. I could make out the outline of a body and she did have her ski mask on. I could barely see her taking her clothes off then she. Might as well tell you about it. I hear that confession is good for the soul. I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti, and raised in Quebec. My parents Louis and Marie Jeanne Fleur moved to Quebec from the island of Haiti in the 1990s. We’ve been living here ever since. I recently converted to Islam, which stunned my Haitian family since I was raised Christian. Folks, God is not a white man. Also, the real Jesus Christ was a middle-eastern Jewish man, not the Aryan that European. "It's not working," I said, pulling out. My need was great, but paled compared to the possibility of hurting her.Karen demonstrated that her need was just as great as mine. She turned, bent over, placed her hands on the bench, and wiggled her ass, beckoning me to enter her.I moved behind her, and felt the silken lining as my cock slipped in without a hitch. It had been seven days since we'd left the motel at the tennis tournament, and I wondered how long I would be able to last. She'd left her.