She was sure that she couldn't go on any longer without passing out but still she continued taking his cock in her mouth. "Fahima, I'm so close, you s...lut, so close, keep taking it like a good little paki whore!" Donte shouted at her as she felt his cock swelling. Once again, instead of being offended by Donte's comments she felt her cunt spasm in delight. Apparently she loved getting degraded and had no idea until now. She knew that she was too far gone now. She would never be able to go back. I liked her rubbing me. She took my other hand and put it over her clit. Now we were rubbing each other.This was so exciting for me, I had never done this before. We kept going. We both had on our school uniforms with skirts. She went under my skirt and rubbed me over my panties. I did the same. Next she went down my panties and her finger was rubbing my bare pussy and clit. I followed and felt her wet pussy. We turned and faced each other with our eyes closed. We listened to my daddy and her. Certainly Herb had little else that counted as an attraction. He was overweight, not very bright, charisma was in short supply in his gene pool and, worse of all he was a lousy lover on account of having the smallest cock she had ever seen. Altogether he was not a very attractive package and worse was to come after the marriage when she discovered that sexually he preferred the company of men. Clarissa, his mother, doted on him and would not hear a word said against her dear boy which set her. We were going to meet some matesof his at a pub for lunch. I really didn't want to do that until I'dwashed my harem pants and I told him so. Mark looked over and said OK,his flat was on the way and we'd try and get them washed and dry. A fewminutes later we pulled up at a nondescript midrise block, somewhere insouth London, I really didn't know London that well with the exceptionof the West End. I followed Mark up a flight of stairs and along to hisFlat. It was really nice inside, pretty cool.