The other guy was a tall man thin with a runners build very nicely dressed and about mid thirty's and very black, not that I cared but our smallville ...town didn't see many guys like him. I got my coffee order and went over to there table and said hello as to be polite, Cheryl was obviously a bit nervousas she was flushed and ucomfortable she introduced us and I was surprised that she told them I was her ex husband.I asked about her parents ans she told me they were both now in a nursing home as. I looked at her. In demeanor, she kind of reminds me of Grandma, except a little more refined, socially speaking. Attorney’s wife, you know. Her circles were much different than the ones Grandma ran in. She’s nice, though. A little more wary of me than Bob is, I think.So I’m well-dressed within the guidelines of the school uniform policy. I’m clean. My concession to fashion is a pair of earrings – tiny little spheres, one in each pierced ear. I care for my hair by keeping it clean and brushed. He went over and sat down. He pulled down his shorts as he sat down and his huge black cock pointed straight up. He turned me around so I faced the crowded dance floor and then pulled me down in his lap slowly. I felt his cock trying to find my pussy. As soon as it found its goal he held my hips in place and made me go down onto his hard erection. I was so wet that his huge head started to open me up. Even if I was soaking wet, he had to work to get his huge cock inside of me. When I thought he. Where they examined every part of my body, then again puttingmy sari back on again. And when I was presented to him, I hated thefeeling of being so small as if his aura completely took over me. And eventhough trying hard could not shake of the feeling of thinking how right itwas to submit to such a man. But I did have to endure it all, his raunchyhumiliating remarks, his hands all over me especially infront of mymother. And now the final submission, waiting in his bed for him to sealour unholy.