It took me more than a week to finally convince her, through a friend, to meet me for morning coffee on Saturday and that was only at a McDonald's!It ...ook me a few of those meetings before she even trusted me enough to tell me where she lived! Well, it turned out that she'd been in a very abusive relationship and simply didn't trust men or her judgment regarding them. My heart just about broke for her. I couldn't understand how some guy could bring himself to harm such a lovely, good hearted. All my life I was bullied right up until I decided to take matters into my own hands. Sure I would still get bullied for a short while but then it stopped because they'd end up slammed against any hard surface I could find. I stopped taking matters into my own hands when I met a guy. I know I know totally cliché, but this guy was special. Trouble is he was my teacher and I knew that nothing would come of it however it wouldn't stop me from fantasizing. I would make up excuses to get out of his. She told me that her relationship with Mr. Olson was in the past and none of my business. I rubbed her arm and told her that I wanted to do some of the things that Mr. Olson had done to her. She told me that it could never happen. I took out the one picture of Mrs. Brown and Mr. Olson that I had put in my backpack separate from the others and laid it on the table. Mrs. Brown asked where I got it. I told her I found it but that I thought she was gorgeous and that she turned me on. Her eyes kept. ”Luther moved back down to suck my tits while Kendall straddled my face and fed me his thick cock. It was really turning me on being used by those middle-aged black men that way, and I wanted to do everything I could to please them. We continued that way, with the men alternating between sucking my breasts and feeding me their cocks. Then, at about 3:45 pm, I wanted to get into position to be fucked, anticipating Michael’s arrival in another fifteen minutes or so.I pushed Luther on his back and.