The girls were cooperative in coming up with a story that was close to the truth. They had been abducted by three black men who held them captive and ...eat them, leaving some small scars on their bodies.The younger girls had been spared such beatings but they had been raped too. They had been kept as sex slaves until the older girls all delivered babies, and only then were they all allowed to return home. The girls would not mention that they had grown to love the black men, or at least had. Newman who was probably the best teacher in the world.It took her about twenty minutes to read “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” to Mr. Newman. And all this time she couldn’t stop looking at her handsome twenty seven year old teacher. His smile warmed her heart and made her imagination paint wild, erotic pictures in her mind.“I’m proud of you, Katy,” said Mr. Newman. “You did it. Now it’s my turn, I guess.”She giggled.“Jesus, Katy, you’re trembling,” he said, gently touching her shoulders with his. .”Susie kept riding me as she went through another orgasm. And then fell on top of me, holding herself up with her arms, but letting her nipples play with mine. She rolled off me and laid there for a few minutes in the bliss of just having sex. She saw a clock on the wall, and it said 7:30. She sat straight up, and said “We need to get moving as my bus leaves at nine, and it took me an hour to walk from there.”Bob looked at her and said, “I can give you a ride to the bus station, and we can. Yet here it was right in front of me. I was drawn to it. I had to have it in spite of my misgivings. As I touched it I was surprised at how warm it was. It was rock hard yet felt like velvet. I stroked it like it was my own. Well don't just rub it girl I can do that myself he said. It was now or never. I slowly put my lips on it. I kissed the tip and felt the head slide past my lips and into my mouth. Did he push it in or did I go down on it ? It didn't matter because at that moment I knew.