) typically look at young African men like Ahmed with trepidation, and I think their feelings are justified, but not because I agree with their racist...motivations for it, but because our long history of mistreatment and exploitation of Africa, and it's peoples, is so incredibly shameful. So, this particular form of trepidation arises (I think) out of an acknowledged, or unacknowledged, guilt for that! In fact, this is the single biggest motivator for both Alicia, and myself, for inviting Ahmed. Mark spoke gain.'Just turn sideways to me again, Mom. You look absolutely gorgeous. Please, just turn this way.' D slowly turned her kneeling body as Mark picked up his camera again. He clicked off a few more photos but his Mom held her hands over her mammoth tits, covering the delicious nipples which would be hard as rocks at the erotic atmosphere.'Hands away, Mom. You have a wonderful body and nothing to be ashamed of at all. Now, just take your hands away, please.' Nervously, D let her hands. He took his dick out of my mouth and was rubbing it over my face. Some semen dripped over my cleavage.Then he said, “From now onwards you are my slut and I own you.” To which I nodded. He then took his phone and started taking my photos with his semen all over my face. I tried to move away but he kept holding my hair and took photos with his dick on my face.He also asked me to lick his dick again while taking photos. I was now out of control and following whatever he said. I had licked a lot of. His latest thing was wine. He was really trying to understand wine and why it was so popular. He did these things for himself, and never boasted or showed off. I valued his friendship deeply. Many times I even tried to be a little like him.I am only 25, and I enjoy life fully. Maybe that's why Tyrone and I became friends. Maybe.I am 5'10", slim and fair. My hair is kind of long, but stylish I guess. I am a happy, kind person. My name is Sean.Back to the story. I had to know: Were the women.