..and if they stilldid that I would be just as outraged."Unfortunately the bell rang and ended the class."Very well, we'll take this up next class," s...ated Professor Crowe."Don't forget to read chapter seven for next time."Marshall picked up his things and headed out of the classroom. He wasvery proud of himself in that he held his own in a classroom discussion.Abdul watched Marshall and the others leave the class as he slowlysimmered. The boy had insulted his culture and he must be punished. . ”He chuckled again. “Rachel.”He kissed my lips. “Rachel.”He kissed my cheek. “Rachel.”He kissed my neck and said, “Rachel, spread your legs and bend over, placing your palms flat on the bed.”I obediently did as he asked. With my palms flat on the bed and my bottom in the air, I turned my head to look at him. He was messing with his phone.“What are you doing?” I asked, standing back up. I felt a bit of panic at the thought of him taking pictures of this moment.“Relax, Red,” he held his phone up. When she was finally at home, under the shower, a naughty thought went through her mind: how about making pictures for her chat buddy he keeps asking for? Thought of him immediately harden her nipples and made her pussy sensitive to touch. She closed her eyes to sharpen an image of him and started to stroke her breasts, heavy of unfulfilled desire. Barely touching them, feeling silky skin under her hands intensified the arousal, and she became aware of strong pulses inside her pussy. She knew. Mary took my hand and tugged. Zombie-like I followed her. We passed the basement door and she turned for the stairs.“What are we doing?” I asked, almost pleading.“Exactly what you need. Something I’ve never done. Ever.”“What are you talking about?”“I want to make love to you.”“What?”“You don’t need to fuck, you need to be loved. Let me love you.”I submitted and she led me up the stairs to her room and patted the bed.“A bed? Are you sure?”“Shh!” she said soothingly. “Just let me love you.”I lay.