”Stepping closer to him, she reached out and took his soft cock in her hands. Squeezing it gently, she said, “This is very beautiful, Ashok. You h...ve become a man now.”“Gee, Mom. Thanks,” he replied, putting his hand over her as his cock began to harden again. “Your hand feels so good, Mom.”Usha felt her nipples harden as the feel of his young cock sent shivers down her spine. Licking her lips, she said, “I love the way it is getting hard, son. I want to feel its stiffness.”Ashok didn’t have to. The grandson of one of the leaders was sold to a scholar in Timbuktu. He converted to Islam and took the name Harun. Harun bought his way to freedom and became a merchant. Years later, Harun wrote a memoir of his life for the instruction of his descendents. In it, he told the story of the Medallions as a warning of the corrupting nature of pagan magic. A copy of Harun's _Life of A Believer_ exists in the Bodlean Library at Cambridge. DescriptionThe Medallion is a round disk of Denschall bronze. She was about to open the bun but I told her not to. She immediately sat in front of me and handed me the comb and said, “I hope you know how to use it.”I started giving her a head massage and at the same time, I was smelling and sucking her bun. She did not mind it and was enjoying the massage. Suddenly, she started moaning slowly.I shifted my mouth to her nape (back of the neck) and started kissing her nape. She did not resist. My left hand went to caress her left boob and my right hand. The pain was intense and suddenly he was in me, I could feel him as he moved, tearing against me. He tugged at my bra, pulling my breasts out and squeezed them as he pumped in and out. Stop, I screamed silently, pushing my hands against his hard body but I couldn't even move him, his weight crushing me.He stiffened and groaned as he ejaculated, I felt it and also felt relief that it was over that he would leave me to my shame. I lay on the bed crying as he pulled out, grinning down at me.I.