It was a bit pricy but totally worth it. I was finally independent. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, but I needed my space. Besides, I got tir...ed of them trying to pressure me to get married. A lot of the Somali brothers in Ottawa don’t care about school or work so why would I want to be married to one? I led a solitary life, going to school during the day, cleaning up office buildings at night and going to mosque on weekends. The Masjid is my second home. Some of the sisters there are. He walked over to me and thrust a leather bit into my mouth and fastened it behind my neck. ‘Scream all you want now. As long as I don’t have to hear it. ‘ RRRIIPPP It took ages…or at least it seemed like it…for him to remove all that wax. By the time he was done I had tears running down my face. My eyes widened as I heard a faint buzzing sound and a stool being brought up behind me. What felt like a thousand needles pierced my ass again and again. I cried harder against the bit. This was more. "Good! She's really a very nice young lady, isn't she? Well, you say hi for me and I'll call you on Wednesday to let you know what my schedule will be. Sorry to end your day with sad news." Oh, no. Thanks for letting me know. Bye Mrs. James."Mom got up from her chair and put her arm around my waist. "That's so sad. We'll make sure there are some nice roses waiting for her when she gets home." Yeah, OK. I'm going to bed. Night!"I went over to her house about ten to get the bed linens washed.. In less than a minute she was fully fucking my face with her pussy moaning out, "You are a fucking savage, oh God."Convinced that she was now willing, albeit a bit reluctant, I momentarily pulled away from her glory and stood up. She laid still not attempting to get away as I walked the two steps to her head. Her eyes were looking straight at my seven inches of cock almost in a daze. Putting a knee over her head I straddled her face and then laid on top of her in 69 position. With one hand.