I saw his expression and I was about to blurt out what I'd done when King asked me to dance. I gritted my jaw. The only thing I wanted to do with him ...was castrate that son of a bitch.I'll no more understand why I agreed to dance with him than I'll understand why I let him fuck me.Once we were on the dance floor, he resumed his line about the need to keep our "affair" quiet. He told me I needed to calm down if I didn't want to make Chris suspicious.It made me sick. Oh I didn't spew, but the idea. I..I am ear..ly" i stammered stupidly."Nonsense" she replied. "it shows you're a really serious student". she gestured for me to come in and in i went. there were books s**ttered on the desk and chair too. she made no attempt to get rid of them and so i dropped my bag to the floor and organized them into a neat pile. i sat in the chair and waited diligently for her so we could start.. she told me to come sit on the bed since there was only one chair at the desk. it was like i had been. So much so that it was not only slimming up my buttcrack but was beginning to ooze down my inner thigh. My little rose bud was beginning to relax and I could feel the tip of his mighty weapon making head way. The pain was bearable at first as I tried to twist away, Omagelia, moved his other hand around and gripped my penis and testicles and lifted me to my toes. With on foot on the edge of the mattress and trying to stand on the toes of my other foot, my bung hole was at the right height and. Sort of .This is for you, "Daddy". I was just 18 when I ventured to the united states from Mexico. I was alone, hungry, dirty and scared. I like many others wanted to grab the American Dream by the tail and not let go. Some would say that I did. Others? I'm not sure. The way things turned out, even I am surprised. Never did I envision meeting Him or living the way that I do. People just don't understand. I can explain it, but I'm not sure they are listening. "What society says and what.