The next thing the fat man was aware of was a metallic scraping sound, then being lifted up by strong hands and propped upright. He heard a plastic sc...eeching sound, and then recognized the sound of tape being pulled from a roll. He felt a detached sensation of pressure on his wrists and feet. A bolt of realization struck him and his eyes opened wide. Harsh light stabbed at his eyes. He shook his head to gather his senses. He looked down to find his feet were bound together with wide. “How about W.E.B. DuBois? Can anyone tell me about him?”“He was a novelist for black people after the Civil War,” said one of the white students in the back, fiddling with his smart phone.“Okay,” said Professor Reggie. “At least that’s a start. Can anyone else paint a more complete biography of who DuBois was and what he did?”The silence in the room was unbearable. I hated the silence, and I could tell that it made Reggie uncomfortable. The only thing I heard was the buzzing of the fluorescent. Her nipples were as hard as my dick. She looked at me with those big brown eyes, her hands feeling her large tits. Her hands took my dick and slowly stroked the length of my shaft. She took it slow from there, keeping my hands out of her pants. We touched each other while watching the woman make it with different partners. Riya kept glancing at the movie, suddenly; she sat upright and started pulling off her pants. She looked me right in the eye and said, “I want to fuck you. I want your come.”. “how was that?” she says.“eetth wath ehmatheeng” I mumble.“oh, sorry” she removes her panties from my mouth, “what did you say”.“I said, it was amazing, were those panties dirty?”“yes, these are the panties I was wearing when I seen your cock, it got me really wet and I rubbed my pussy through them.”“they tasted great, I wish I could taste your juices fresh from your cunt.”“whoa, why the sudden change in attitude?”“well after what you just did to me, I decided maybe it isn’t as wrong as I.