Ill be right back, I got to pee, I said casually. So I went into the bathroom and took off my belt so that my briefs were exposed. I pulled my underw...ear down a little so that part of my butt was exposed as well. I also put on a slightly smaller shirt so that he was able to see. Then I undid my fly and spread it a little so that he could see a little bit when I walk in the room. I also quickly grabbed a ruler from my book bag. So I walked back to the bedroom feeling kind of slutty. I opened. Growing up, Mathilde shared similar views as her parents and friends in the village (which is understandable, she was only an innocent c***d with few encounters with foreigners), and yet, as she reached high school and university, she started questionning her beliefs and convictions, and even more to it, she was becoming attracted to North Africans. Everyone wants to taste the forbidden fruit. She has had her first experience with a Moroccan when she was 17. It was a new family who settled in. So I was able to hammer away at her for quite a while, and she squeaked like a small a****l all the time. I’ve never known a woman, before or since, make that kind of noise. I turned her over for a while, and fucked her hard doggy style, and her orgasms just continued. Finally, I turned her back over, and fucked her hard and fast with her legs pushed back so I could attack her G-spot, and she just kept on cumming until she could see in my face that I was about to join her.Lying on the pillow,. I turned my attention to the man tied to the wheel. He was still alive, but barely. I cut him loose and laid him on the ground, face down, and made him as comfortable as possible. Next, I checked on the older woman. She was alive and basically unharmed, except for some scratches scattered about her body, but she had been raped, and the signs were that it had been done several times. I didn't quibble over how many times or how many men. Her, too, I tried to make as comfortable as.