She must have chosen me; why else would she be here?‘Oh, really and who might that be?’‘You silly man, after twenty-three-years don’t you thin... you’ve left it a bit late to get all insecure. Now I’ve got something to show you, I bought myself a little present’She stood up, untied the Kimono, eased it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stood before me wearing something I had never seen before. It was made of thin leopard print chiffon. It featured a bra made of triangles of the. ...Sound of footsteps, she could here them now. They were approching. She looked over her shoulder, as her ass was facing where they came from. She saw that there was around 7-8 of them. All older than here. They walked slow towards her. Old white men, most of them around their 50s. Some fat, and some well built. They all had their cocks out of their zippers. Hard white cocks, old horny men ready to fuck their muslim slut.She was laying on here said, spreading her asscheeks. The first of them. After a time, she felt his manhood start to subside within her. Eventually he slipped from within her. His right hand still held one of her small breasts, she felt one of the thick-gloved fingers of his left-hand brush gently across the hood of her clit. Her whole body shuddered. Then his finger ran down the groove leading to her pussy. The leather, feeling so wonderfully rough against the smooth silky skin of her fanny.He lay holding her close to him, his chest heaving at first with his need. Maybe she was also thinking about my growing reputation, but we both got into the car together."Heady thoughts, huh?" she prompted."Yeah, it's hard to get used to being a freak and a savior in such a short time." You're hardly a freak, and even if you are, you're surrounded by like minded freaks to help support you. It might help if you could find some friends who are independent of all of this mess, though. It's too bad your friends all abandoned you once you found some success. I'm sure.