I wasn’t surprised by that, because she was confused. I saw from her face that she was lost in thought, thinking about everything I had told her. We...sat quietly on a bench for quite some time; I was unwilling to interrupt her thoughts until she was ready to speak.“Let’s get some coffee at the café down the street,” Karin suggested.I nodded my assent, and we walked several blocks and sat down at a table outside and ordered our coffee.“I’m really confused,” Karin said quietly. “I love you so much. "So, you're Persian?" the brown haired kid asked trying to get it straight."That is what I said," Farah replied, still upset about their comments about her."Sorry lady, we thought that Persians were Arabs, that's all," the Blond stopped smiling and tried to hint that they meant no harm or offence."Persians are not Arabs, we are a great ancient civilization. We build things and we gave the world math, science, architecture, arts etc. Arabs are disgusting creatures, they look ugly and are fat.. "Cupcake, do you want to be whipped like they are, to have my eyes watch your pain under every single stroke of the whip, naked and helpless in front of nearly a hundred strangers?" Please Master! I do. Besides, I'm harder inside then they are. I am stronger ... and I want to prove it to you. Master, please let me give you my pain and let me prove that I would be the Best Slave Girl."She meant it. She really meant every single word of it. I cast a quick glance at Pat who was smiling and nodding. Adam hat sich in der Zwischenzeit hinter mich gestellt und die knöpfe meiner Bluse geöffnet und sie mir langsam über die Schulter gezogen. Jetzt hatte ich nur noch ein Unterhemdchen an, wo sich die großen Brustwarzen deutlich abzeichneten. Mit beiden Händen nahm er meine kleinen Titten massierte sie kurz und begann anschließend meine Warzen zu zwirbeln und zu drücken. Ich spürte jetzt wie einzelne Tropfen meinem Oberschenkel hinunterrannen. Ich konnte, ich wollte mich nicht mehr beherrschen..