Now for me coming from a conservative family where they expected me back at home by 8pm latest this was both worrying and exciting. Eventually I gave ...nto her and on that day I got a cab to her place fully dressed in my hijab and scarf with a bit of makeupHowever when I arrived at the gates, I could hear R&b music playing and when Jane opened the door and hugged me I could see over her shoulders inside the house a full party was going on with loads of black boys and girls and some white boys. "I must bein the second grade," was all Kaylee said dumbfounded. He got up and wentback and sat down on the couch. Picking up the phone, he said in anervous tone, "I think I am in the 2nd grade." "I didn't think you were much farther than that in schoolingKaylee," the voice continued. "I bet you have the nicest long blondehair, just like your mother." "No I have short brown hair," he replied. "Are you sure Kaylee?"asked the voice. He was really getting tired of the voice always thinkinghe was. You let her down. Way down. Anyway, here is a breakdown of what we did each week that helped contribute to breaking your mom. Sorry I skip out on so many details but you can ask her about it later maybe! Week 1: The first week was all just fun, fuckery, establishing the rules. No speaking unless asked to speak. Surprising how little you ask of someone whose opinions aren't desired. We spent time building her look and her confidence. On day two we went to the piercing place and got her nipple. It was an impressive move that would have made any Olympic wrestler, or any gymnast, proud. Without ever leaving my open vagina, Stephen was on top of me.In this position, he was punishing my pussy with deep, violent thrusts as I continued to cum. He was literally slapping himself ‘balls deep’ into me with each brutal thrust. I could feel his large scrotum smacking against my upturned ass with each powerful stroke.We were well past the point of gentle love making; we were fucking like wild.