The slap didn’t hurt him, it was hardly a small stinging and had already faded. He was hurt that the newest object of his affection had rejected him...though. He scowled at her and growled low in his throat. ‘It would be wise of you not to do that again, pet.’ he said harshly. Persephone had had enough of his brief orders, his rude nature. ‘Do not call me that.’ she replied softly, trying again to gain some ground. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘I said, do not call me that. That is not my name and I do not like. Suddenly the hands stopped and she whirled around. She almost screamed when she realized she was staring face to face with Michael Daughton, professor of art history. What stopped her scream was the look of desire, mixed with the look of… it couldn’t be. No, he couldn’t be feeling ashamed at what he had done, could he? She stared in bewilderment as he hung his head and dropped his hands, backing away from her. He felt like the World’s Greatest Asshole. As his dark gaze dropped from her. She wore a frilly, satin uniform with the hemlines coming halfway down her thigh. Her creamy white breasts were partially revealed by a low half-crescent neckline and her luscious brown hair was styled into a French bun sitting upon a perfect face. Her rosy red cheeks and a pair of bright red lips were topped off by dainty brown eyes. Finally, her appearance was completed with her shapely long legs encased in lacey black hosiery and a pair of 2 inch black pumps. She turned around from the cart. After a while, they both were ready.As soon as Ikmal took out his cock, Iman started finger fucking my ass just like Ikmal did that to my pussy. Iman had even bigger fingers so it was pulling my ass apart. I had my jaws tight shut. I think my ass had become reddish by that. After he stopped it, Ikmal said,“Now Fareeda, sit on my cock with your legs on both sides of my hip and take me inside you on the way. I will help you”I was feeling weaker than when I came here and much more weaker than when.