In the middle of her orgasm the man pulled out, he was done with her. In seconds she was filled again, fucked hard and fast just like the first two ti...es. She lost track of how many cocks and dildos had been inside her, of how many orgasms she had had. Her pussy was raw and sore but still it went on and she begged for more as her Daddy commanded her to do. Daddy would give her instructions of what to say. She said things like "Please fuck me harder" and "Use me like the dirty slut I am". She. She took my hand and we walked into the building with me following her guidance into a Sunday school class. There were four others there, three girls and a guy. Rachel was the best looking of the four of them. The one guy saw me holding Rachel’s hand and gave me a dirty look.Rachel said, “Good morning, everyone. I want you to meet Gerald Addison who works with my brother.” I received polite greetings from the three girls and a barely polite one from the guy. I decided there was a story there or. Yeah, Ryerson University was a racially and culturally diverse school. One of the best in North America. It’s at that school that I met the man who changed my life forever. The tall, handsome and cocky but infuriatingly charming Solomon Al-Rashid. The love of my life. The first time I laid eyes on Solomon Al-Rashid, I thought he was hot. I also wanted to smack him. We were in sociology class together, and he was sitting in the back with his buddies, a couple of Black guys and an Arab dude. The. I tipped my head back with a sigh. Without being prompted, I rubbed my nipples and pulled at them gently.“Look at those mouth-watering apricot coloured nipples… I’d just love a taste. Slide your other hand down your stomach slowly, real slow…” The strain in Dan’s voice was seriously turning me on.When I looked over at him, one of his hands was slowly rubbing the bulge in his jeans. I dragged my fingers from between my breasts, down over my stomach and tucked my fingers of one hand into the band.