“Suck it bitch, you know you wanna”. He was right! I opened my mouth and slid my lips down his thick shaft, he groaned with delight and immediatel... grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth hard and fast. “Yes white bitch, swallow that Muslim cock, I want you to get married with my Paki cum in you slut”. I pulled away from his cock and stood, turned around and bent over the table with my legs spread. He lifted up my wedding dress revealing my white stockings and panties. I begged him to fuck. They’re obsessed with me. They treat me like some kind of deity, so I started calling them pilgrims.The problem is, technically I’m one of them. I’m mixed race, half Bahraini, yes I’m as hot as the desert and half English – hence the foul mouth. I dress in Western clothes and possess a liberal attitude. The whole package drives my South Asian classmates mad.It’s not that I have a particular problem with my South Asian pilgrims either, they’re usually good looking, kind hearted men, who are for. >From what I could hear of the conversation, it sounded as though Katywas talking to another slightly older woman about the exams she’d justfinished at school.Within a couple of minutes of the talking beginning, Katy and aslightly older, taller woman walked into the sauna. They were bothwrapped, from head to toe, in gigantic white towels similar to my own.“Hi”, I said, still reeling from the shock.“Hi”, they both said in unison, as they went to sit down on the. This is often the case with my perversions, once a time has passed, time spent without stimulation, I regain my confidence and shake loose my inhibitions. Now standing in the kitchen I found myself once again replaying the words of Emily and of Sophia, convinced more than ever before that I was the centre of some kind of illicit plot, a honey trap designed to bring me and Emily together for some type of Sophia inspired sexually encounter. This time was different from the morning though,.