I return slowly, and stand between her legs for a long moment, holding the strap-on harness in my right hand and gazing down at Miss Harper’s semi-n...aked body. Then I reach out with my left hand to grip the gusset of her panties where they dangle at half-mast, caught just above her knees, and swiftly I tug them down over her ankles and cast them aside. My teacher gives a soft, almost pleading moan and, having lost the restriction of the panties, she now swings her legs far apart, thrusting her. After applying some force the tip went in and I stroked even harder to get half of my dick in her ass. The foreskin of my penis was completely stretched making some pain for me to insert it more deeply. This act made her scream out loudly. Teardrops rolled down her eyes as she had experienced that type of pain for the first time.She immediately ordered me to remove my dick to which I sincerely obeyed. Looking straight into her eyes I started kissing her deeply. I offered my tongue in her mouth. ” Her voice was silk across my skin.“I want you to make me your sex slave,” I panted. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I know. I was scared, but I was also so fucking turned on. This woman was a goddess that deserved to be worshipped. And the man. His cock was the first cock that made his own feel hard. I imagined fucking the woman while the man fucked me. I dripped precum like a fucking virgin.“Yeah?” the man growled into my ear. His hand rested on my throat, “You want to be our sex slave, you. Tall, dark and handsome, the brother furiously waded into my attackers and actually fought them off. The brother looked at me and asked me if I was alright. I looked my rescuer up and down. Tall, well-dressed and handsome, the guy looked good, but I could tell that he wasn’t Somali. In a deep voice that was French-accented, he asked me if I was alright. I smiled and nodded, and thus I met Roger Duchene, the Haitian stud who stole my heart. Ladies and gentlemen, I used to be one of those Somali.