The matte gloss of my long, black 1950’s style hair style (an expensive, convincing wig) picked up the pink and purple lights of the club, and I fel... everything below my waist relax as it prepared for the sexual treat. Eyes were on me, desiring me. Girls and men alike looked my way, the women celebrating my liberation with me, the men wanting to celebrate some other part of me entirely. My cock began to stand proud, poking its head out from under my g-string.“Drink and a snack sir?” I woke up,. Dean had no compassion, no sympathy for the trodden teacher and roughly spread her legs to expose her vulnerable womanhood. Kerri was at a loss. She couldn't release the enlarged manhood for fear of Harv inserting it into her tiny grotto, and she watched the bold fingers of Dean go to work.Dean acted like a rapist. He thrust his hand into Kerri's crotch as if he were a long lost boyfriend and without a second's foreplay, rammed his long, middle finger into her cunt. "You want this, don't you. The boy is nine and named Shing. The small girl is six and named Ting. They are scared. Watching their father die was not pleasant and the older two are well aware of what would happen to them if they stayed. It will take a while to acclimate them to American ways but I think it will work."David said, "They are welcome. Caroline, get them on the plane and keep them close to you and Ellis. Please watch over them. I will talk with them later. We will leave within the hour. There is nothing for us. “You okay?” He asked. “I don’t know.” I was stunned. “What’s wrong, Angie?” His eyes were soft. “Wow.” I replied. He laughed. I stared. It was monstrous. Beautiful but monstrous. He planted baby kisses on my mouth and took his cock into his own hand. His mouth traveled to my neck and I turned weak and rubbery. He leaned in and pressed his fat cock against my clit. He rubbed the head back and forth against it. I could feel myself relax. The fear had resolved itself. I put my hands on his.