Even though I didn’t wear a hijab in the U.S., ‘towel head’ and ‘rag head’ were phrases I started hearing regularly in reference to me, ofte... ending by telling me to ‘go home.’ Brian and I vowed that we would take no more road trips until things calmed down, only traveling to major cities by flight, never by car. My parents had to flee Tehran because the conditions there had gotten so bad. Leaving in the night, they ran north to the Caspian Sea and from there caught a boat to the small country. He reached under my dress and tore off my panties. Then he was kneeling between my legs, pushing my knees apart. I knew I was in trouble. For the first time in my life, I realized I was going to be raped. Fighting him off was not an option, he was twice my size, and already had me pinned down. I couldn't even get a knee up into his balls. That might have driven him into a rage, but I didn't want my first time to be a rape and I was ready to fight. I was scared and furious at the same time. I. So, I kept licking her.“Fuck my ass now. Fuck it”, she ordered.But my cock wasn’t ready yet. It was my first time and so much was going on. Now I was intimidated by her actions and body language.Aunt was tired but unsatisfied. She went to her drawer again and quickly grabbed a strap-on (a dildo that you can strap to your body). I was scared now.She came between my legs rubbing them and looking as my semi-erect cock.“If you can fuck mine, let me tell you how to do it, my nephew.”She spread my. I nod my head enthusiastically. “Oh god yes! Please, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me!” I moan. “Now that’s what I like to hear,” he winks. “Okay, now to the bedroom my little slut. And keep the vibrator in … for now.” I whimper eagerly and do as I am told, peeling myself from the soaked chair. Jon makes me walk in front of him and slaps me on the ass a few times playfully. Each time his hand comes into contact with my plump ass, I moan and stumble, new beads of pussy juice running down.