My story begins at St. Mary’s, an elite English-medium secondary school for girls. St. Mary’s has a Christian headmistress and several Christian f...aculty, but few of the students are of that faith. Christians know academics better than do mullahs and holy men. St. Mary’s girls don’t have to be Christian in any religious sense, but what Jesus taught makes sense to us. The Prophet himself said that Jesus was sent to proclaim Allah’s will.My story is not, of course, about religion, but it is about. Suck me good bitch, your ass ain't through yet...' I grimaced in terror as to what he meant, yet reluctantly I slowly parted my lips as Daniel pushed his huge mammoth size cock head into my mouth. Bruce' spunk still hung from my lips and dripped from my mouth as Daniel probed my mouth with his gigantic tool. I gagged and gasped for breath as Charlie slowly pulled his flaccid tool from my sperm lubed bung hole. Daniel made me suck him for about a minute before he pulled his tool from my aching. As expected, Crystal, Al, and Karin weren't back in the morning when it was time to do groceries, but, to her surprise, Jerry was -- he'd asked Jeff to bring him along, and Jeff had gone along with it, so long as Jerry agreed to restrict his helping to watching. His ribs were heavily wrapped, he had a couple casts, looked pretty grubby, and was obviously hurting, but he insisted he was ready to run a raft next trip, even though no one would believe him.It turned out that Jerry remembered. Your warm breath reaches my balls just before your lips do, and you suck them into your wet mouth one at a time, then run your tongue along the length of my shaft, bottom to top, before engulfing the head between your lips and swirling your tongue around it. “Ohhh baby, that feels so good.” And suddenly your mouth is gone, and you stand up. “What did you call me?! You will address me as Mistress Red, or Mistress. Do you understand?” I’m a little stunned at this sudden twist. I hear a click.