It was my husband, but imagining him raping me made me cum so hard. You will have to see when you get home. He teased me yet again, making my pussy s...aking wet. I slipped my hand under my desk and proceeded to slide it up my skirt, running my hand over my panties which were now soaking wet. Three hours felt like a lifetime away as my pussy throbbed to be fucked. When I was younger, I desired sex. It was fun and exciting and I enjoyed having it frequently. Now that I was pushing into my. You must server islam by serving us and our dicks. 2. Your only life goal is to produce as many muslim babies as you can. You must produce atleast 10 muslim babies to please us and Allah. 3.From now your only god is our dicks! Our(mens) god is Allah but yours-the woman's are always our dicks!. 4.You must satisfy and take as many baibies from random muslims as you can.5. Remember you place!your value! You will bow before our dicks and do as we say. 6. As a slave, especilly as a sex slave you. I pulled down a side street and ben let me out. He reached over and kissed me. Kissing a man older than my dad felt weird but it felt alright sucking his cock. Strange.!All I could think about was when I could get to see his cock again.I sat in class all morning with the taste of bens spunk in my mouth. By the time we had a break I was getting used to the taste. When I had a drink I was a bit disappointed to lose the taste. I spent all day wondering how I could get to see ben again. I couldnt. Dawn looked at Dina, "There you go, I told you so, all one happy family now, welcome to the fold, Sylvia." She smirked.Sylvia had changed, now she strode from the floor holding my hand. She continued to grip my hand when we sat. One hand was holding my own, the other traced over mine with her fingers. She was watching her caress with a smile on her face.She released her grip but not before placing my hand on her thigh, then she reached for our glasses and passed one to me. She raised her glass.