He must have been over six and a half feet tall bending over not to scrape the tent top. Dana was a bit nervous in that all of a sudden she was alone ...ith a very big and black man in her tent. She felt more at ease as he smiled along with his demeanor seemingly friendly. He politely asked her to follow him. His big black hand reached out and softly held hers as he guided her along the path with the oil lamps giving assisted light to the path. “How long have you been in our country,” he asked.. The impact of the sentence from before suddenly hit me, “Are you implying I cheated on my coursework?” He smiled, “Yes,” I was shocked, he stood back next to his desk, “On the second piece” I was confused, I moved towards his desk, picking up the folder and taking out my second piece of coursework, for the first time I realised one of Mr K’s hands was behind his back, very subtly, but he was surely hiding something, but before I could say anything, he swung his arm around with lightning speed,. I could not help glancing at her impossibly short skirt. “Wow, what a nice brace you have!” exclaimed Hanna and bent over to examine it more closely. “I’m not wearing it for fun.” Hanna waved his hand dismissively. “Sorry, the old problem, uh?” “Yes, my knee, bad lubrication”. I closed the door and returned into the hall. Hanna continued eyeing the brace. “What’s that under your sole? “Rubber heel, the doctor fixed it so that I can walk easier.” “Cool.” “What are you doing around here, Hanna?”. "Shhhhhh" he said kissing my lips."No," I said pushing him away, "what about Tony"."Just this one last time" he started rubbing my thighs. By this time my pussy was wet. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing my neck, gently. I let out a weak no. All of this was so wrong but it felt so right. I tried to push him away but he grabbed my hands and lifted them above my head. He moved the dress to free my bodacious tits. He slid his hand under my dress and took off my panties. My panties.