I held onto the wall in front of me just letting him do what he wanted. I was anything but bored, don't get me wrong. If you could have heard me, from...a block away, you would have known this girl was getting what she needed.While fucking me he insterted one then two fingers into my ass. Gently circling the hole, gently pulling stretching as he massaged his target, meanwhile push pushing me harder against the wall, as i stood on my tip toes. My nipples were red and sore, i moved his hands off. I hope he doesn’t put me on spot like most black preachers do new visitors’ I thought. ‘Good morning Mrs.?’ he waited for me to fill in the blank to his open question. ‘Ms Clareon.’ I replied emphasizing the ‘Ms’. From the look of his face he seemed surprised that I wasn’t married to Samson. After not seeing Samson for so long he didn’t know if he had taken on a wife or not. It was common not to carry the name of your husband nowadays but he knew by the ‘Ms’ that this was not the case. ‘Ms.. Cassie was a young girl, 13 years old, short blonde hair, beautiful auburn colored eyes, small body, small-budding breasts, and on the brink of puberty. She wasn't prepared for what was happening to her but her sister Jasmine was there to help her through it all. Jasmine was 16 at the time, she was quite more mature than Cassie and her figure clearly stated that. Jasmine had long-sleek black hair, breasts fitting of a woman at the age of 20, auburn colored eyes as well, and was quite a bit. Every player is guaranteed at least two matches. There were other matches going on, but I was done until the first elimination round at 4:30.“Hey. Go watch the cute girls play in the next flight,” Lissa said. “Don’t be upset. It’s your first collegiate tournament.”“But Lissa, if I don’t do well, they’ll take my scholarship away.” God! I sound like a whiny baby. I just didn’t want to be embarrassed when we went back home. I imagined that everything good that had happened to me in the last month.