You should try to anyway, tomorrows a big day. I confirmed that he couldnt have been in his room then. I noticed he was starting to walk away. Ah wait...a minute, I called out. He stopped. Could we talk, one on one? Arent we doing that right now? he asked turning back around about halfway. I want to talk privately&hellip,its important, I swallowed and then added, nervously, Can we go to your room&hellip,please? I suppose, he said. I followed him to his room and he removed his mask and cape and. You think you are here for terrorist purposes? No. No,I am not a terrorist? But what she heard next was nothing but a shock to her ?You are here to serve me as my sexual slave? The idea was absurd to Aurelia. How? She was in London!Why was she here? There must be some mistake, she thought. She spoke again ?But, I don?t want this! I am a student in London.I don?t know how I got here!? Hasan smiled again and began undoing her bonds. She feltrelief again. Perhaps she could convince him of some. Striking her just as hard with each blow leaving red stripes across her beautiful backside. After the last stroke, he walked close to her to inspect his work. He ran his hand across the rising welts, satisfied with his work. He started to rub her hot red checks in circles, making her moan and push her ass higher in the air for him. He slipped his hand between her legs and easily found her swollen clit. He rubbed her sensitive bit with his rough palm and she moaned in pleasure. Her ass was on. We had to leave our dugouts because the water was beginning to form puddles inches deep. Furthermore, the forecast was that it was going to keep raining like this for hours. There was no alternative—the game was called for obvious reasons.We changed out of our baseball uniforms and into our teen uniforms: a tee-shirt and jeans. We piled into our bus and headed home. Oh, my God! It started raining harder if that were possible. The bus driver could hardly see the road and he was creeping along at.