If he raped me i could still escape somehow but if i died here my mother and father would never know what became of me. " No..i dont want to die..," i...said softly. " What speak up?" I swallowed. " You can fuck me," i said bluntly his eyes glittered thats what he wanted to hear. " Good girl," he got off the bed and padded away so i could not see him anymore. It felt like forever laying there shivering it was cold only a few candels were lit in the room and everything black and red. I sighed. When you arrive and enter, the place is dimly lit and, as it was mid-week and off season, sparsely occupied. You have no trouble finding me. You approach and my smile instantly makes you feel comfortable... and even hornier. I stand to greet you, and we hug, chastely. I hold you as long as I dare, then I pull back and drink you in. I am about to lean in for a small kiss, when I stop. You noticed that I have turned my gaze to your feet. You look down and become quite startled. Your mind. When the Muslim man moves his penis inside the vagina then the upper part of the Supada comes into play and when he moves the cock backwards then the edge of the Supada comes into play as it rubs against the vaginal wall of the woman or any woman as a matter of fact but non Muslim women are more likely to feel the difference as their men have foreskin.So when the Muslim cock topa (upper portion of the Supada) as well as the edge of the supada rubs against the vaginal wall, this process is. As is tradition, we partied the first night he was out and as we WENT FAST and got our goodies from a nieghborhood source, we were not able to go into town to pick up any of the numerous lady friends’ he could be fucking. So we partied by ourselves after a few friends’ left around 2 am that early morning after. When all were gone I made us a good sized ‘SHOT’ of our party goodies. He took a shower and when he came out he walked into my bedroom and sat on the bed. His towel was covering his.