I stand five feet eleven inches tall, a bit chubby, with light brown skin and long curly black hair which I always tuck away under my Hijab. I’m a b...sty, curvy and big-bottomed chick, and I am thankful for the Islamic robes which hide my assets because I look good in them. I don’t look good in form-fitting western clothing, not with those curves of mine. My father, Kader Khalid is Somali, and my mother, Elisabeth Monroe, is white. They met in college, and fell in love, got married and had. Start to go and feel her big breasts in her bra. Take her soft nipples between my two fingers and rub them gently until she moans softly. After that, take off her shirt while she takes off my pants, in one fluid motion. Next, she would touch my dick all while my hand would be looking around her jeans for her soft lips. As soon as I would find them, all my fingers would be going in her wet pussy one after the other, just to get them all soaked in young, fresh pussy juice. Afterwards, her pants. She didn’t aim her pistol, but she hit it in the head at fifteen feet.”“What do you mean, she didn’t aim her pistol?”“She pulled it out of the holster and fired it while holding it down by her hip.”He imitated firing the pistol from the hip just as the Sergeant had done when describing what had happened. He could understand hitting in the general area of the snake, but hitting it in the head was just too incredible.“I never heard of such a thing. He must have been mistaken.”“Then there was when. .. off... your... panties!"I wanted to cry again, but I was terrified, and I slipped my panties off my hips and onto the floor for him. It was the most humiliating thing I'd done so far. He was the next thing to a stranger to me. He was utterly unattractive. He was an old man, balding and paunchy. He continued taping me for a while, panning up and down my body, including my face.I was ashamed to be standing naked before him, ashamed of all things I knew he had seen me do on tape, ashamed of the.