That was interesting, thought Ken. She was afraid of Jane? Sighing, he lightly touched Tina's thoughts. She wasn't afraid of Jane, exactly, but Jane f...elt like a loaded gun to Tina. She was sure the woman would do whatever Tina told her to do, answer any question, perform any action. She had visions of telling Jane to get on her knees and eat her, and she just knew the older woman would do it.And that excited her. But having that kind of power over someone, despite her fantasies, was scary. Not. You make me sound like a slut, bitch.” she laughed again, but harder this time. “Don’t worry. I’m only kidding. I’m glad that you seem to be growing a spine. Wait is that the saying or is it ... nevermind that. Come on let’s go home.” she started to walk away but then stopped. “It was only 35 guys I was interested in last year. But nothing serious.”On the drive home I asked a question I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to, “Hey Suki. How many of those 35 guys you dated last year did you. So much wetness was oozing out of the tip that a little trail had started to run down the front of it. She eyed this warily as he looked lecherously at her sweet innocence, his breathing beginning to quicken.She could not believe how smooth the skin was on it, so very soft, yet inside, it was as if there was a giant bone there, holding the skin taut, such a different feeling it had to it. The thick vein that marbled it's way up one side of it pulsed with his heart beat. She slid her hands. Zaid did not however, forbid his sons from using the white girls, as long as they understood that the girls from their own community were not be insulted in this way.Zaid had resisted the temptations of white women for twenty five years, the sight of english female bottoms dressed in tight, clinging leggings, the sight of white English breasts, barely covered by revealing blouses, the sight of pink nipples, clearly visible through skimpy bras and thin, tightly fitted tops and skirts so short.