You look like a cum-hungry slut lying there with your cunt exposed, wanting nothing more than for me to eat it.” Something let go within her and the...words suddenly shot out of her mouth. “Stick your tongue inside my cunt as far as you can, then bring it out slowly and suck my clit. Make me feel like the slut that I am before you fuck me.” Nadine had never before used what could be construed as dirty language during sex and she immediately discovered what a turn-on it was for her. The dirtier. In fact so well I was starting to think that I was a womantrapped in a man's body. Only I found when I arrived at the studio thata group of young Muslim men would make advances towards me.It started fairly innocently. "Hey Bea! Want to be my girlfriend?"Then it got more gross. "You got any Muslim in you?" No," I responded."Would you like some?"I blushed and hurried up to the studio.I felt humiliated and embarrassed to be seen as nothing more than a sexobject.I learnt then from Nasrullah,. I can't go through emotional or physical pain again."Ouch! What the hell?! Gracie STOP!" The voice says again and my eyes snap open, there is only seven people who ever called me Gracie, two of them are dead."NO! You can't be back! You can't be!" I scream over and over, tears rushing down my cheeks until I see Danny's eyes meet mine."Danny.." I whisper, my body shaking with fear as my pencil drops to the floor.He reaches out and I see confusion in his eyes as he wipes my cheeks free of any. I didn’t have much time left, and I fumbled in my pocket to get a small piece of paper that I have kept for her. I had written my phone number in it which I gave to her. It is not the first time that I had given her my number. While chatting too I had given her on few occasions. But she had never called me. Nevertheless I gave her again, just in case she changed her mind after our meeting. She without any inhibitions took my number with a smile, but didn’t commit to call or not to, just like.