How Many Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh Razī Allahu tålā ånahā?
Imām Vasīm Azhar looked at me pleadingly.
“Durgesh, I’m sorry that I could never believe my Ammī was innocent.”
Before I could answer him, my mobile played my favorite tune.
I picked it up.
“Hello, Durgesh here.”
“This is Assalāt Azzuhar, Durgesh. Mrs. Imām Vasīm Azhar.”
I looked at Imām Vasīm Azhar.
“You are something like my father in law to me. My Ammī in law, Al Farħānah Al Murād, Begum Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, is your Live in relationship partner.” Assalāt Azzuhar said.
Imām Vasīm Azhar was horrified.
I raised my eyebrows to him.
Imām Vasīm Azhar was white faced now.
His eyed were as if made of stones, suddenly.
“Yes? Assalāt Azzuhar, what can I do for you? I’ve heard about you, but your real father in law, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, never allowed you to meet me.”
“I’m sorry. But my husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar, thinks now we need your professional services. Only you can save us from our enemies. Hasn’t my husband reached you personally even now?”
“He is here.” I said.*
Assalāt Azzuhar smiled.
“Didn’t my hell of a husband tell you that I want to see you on a matter of the greatest importance for me? The bloody damn fool.”
I deliberately didn’t look at Imām Vasīm Azhar.
Was he really a bloody damn fool?
He had already paid to my Chief Business Partner, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, my extraordinary heavy fee as a Sex Therapist and an Attorney.
He paid my extraordinary heavy fee to provide his wife my optimum sexual therapy services, with her optimum Psychological Engineering, to protect his wife sexually, legally and psychologically.
He loved her so much.
Yet, his very same wife did not respect him the slightest.
How much a husband’s capability to provide optimum sex to his wife, affects his marital status and respect.
Even then almost 90% men are against the sex education.
As it’s never needed even the slightest.
They are paying its cost even by losing their wives’ respect for them, their loyalty to them, their honesty and sincerity to them, and even their wives themselves ultimately.
Yet, even then the damn fools are living in fools’ paradise.
They blame even the persons that want to open their eyes.
They blame me instead that I break their houses.
Are they absolutely insane?
Of course, I fuck their beautiful womankind.
But, never to break their homes, their houses.
My services to humankind are always creative, never destructive.
But it needs prudence to understand my social professional services.
I never betrayed any of my clients.
Assalāt Azzuhar broke my nonstop chain of analysis.
“Well,” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled, “I’m not ‘ma’am’ to you, my dear. Feel at liberty, please, to call me ‘Assalāt Azzuhar’.”
“Thank you, I’m honored.”
“Don’t be silly. The pleasure is mine.” Assalāt Azzuhar said somewhat seductively, somewhat impishly, somewhat cunningly.
Sālī, she wasn’t foolish even a bit.
I had to be careful.
This sort of young ladies almost invariably used me until now, for their own vested purposes, mostly immoral, inhuman and sometimes even illegal.
They thought they could allow me to fuck them on any conditions whatsoever they wanted to.
“I have money to pay for your services. My husband is himself a multi millionaire. My father in law, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, is a Trillionaire, and my father is a Billionaire at least.”
“I have been robbed.”
“Well,” I winked at her husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar, “come on and see me, Assalāt Azzuhar.”
“Hell, my ever inefficient husband didn’t tell you even that I can’t?”
“I’ve nothing to wear.” She chuckled.
“I’m infamous to love to see beautiful Musalmān houseladies undressed. In fact, the more nude they are the more obliged I am.”
“Allah,” Assalāt Azzuhar laughed sweetly, “Hey, you are a sort of my father in law, don’t forget.”
Sālī, she was teasing me.
“That’s right. ‘A sort of’. Not real.” I laughed myself too, cunningly, significantly.
“Hey,” Assalāt Azzuhar again laughed cooing, “I’m only twenty eight, you sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel,”
“I am enjoying countless twenty eights now already. Don’t worry. You won’t be the first.”
“Shut up, you ever sexiest, dirty man,”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Hey, it wasn’t any compliment,”
“That’s what you think. How childish of you. Even at your twenty eight, I don’t think you have grown up properly.”
Assalāt Azzuhar laughed seductively, cunningly and significantly.
“Why the hell don’t you come here and see yourself how grown up I am actually?”
“But you say you are not wearing anything.”
“Oh, oh, oh, never seen any nude twenty eight Musalmān Beauty? How unlucky Hindu you are!”
“Sālī, put something on, put anything and…”
“I can’t, Jījū,”
“If I’m your Sālī, you are my Jījū. Aren’t you?”
Imām Vasīm Azhar was smiling.
I had put my mobile on loudspeaker already, deliberately, so that he could listen to how his ever dearest wife, he loved whom so much, was behaving with me.
“Stop playing seductive and come here,” I said.
Imām Vasīm Azhar opened his mouth to tell me something, but I raised my right hand cautioning him not to say anything.
“I have already told you, lover, that I can’t come there. Damn my ever stupid husband. Hasn’t he told you everything already?”
“He didn’t have enough time. Come here, and…”
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Hey, don’t use your Uncut Hindu Penis always. Use your brain too sometimes, for a change.”
“Why the hell can’t you come here?”
“I tell you I have been robbed.”*
“They were never a man, you idiot.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed.
“You know my foot.” Kulsoom Humāyūn rebuked her, “Every Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now, a Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, and perhaps always even.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed at her friend’s almost frustrated lewdness.
“I’m talking of their loyalties, their patriotism for Pakistan.”
“And I am talking of their Īmān.”
“What do you mean?” Kulsoom Humāyūn couldn’t understand.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī smiled cunningly.
“Well, you yourself said that ‘Every Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now, a Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, and perhaps always even.’ Didn’t you?”
Kulsoom Humāyūn laughed.*
I looked at her husband.
He didn’t convey anything to me.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “What is this?” I asked.
Assalāt Azzuhar said gravely,
“I see,” I looked at her husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar.
He avoided to meet my eyes.
What a husband!
His twenty eight years old, immensely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was reporting me that she had been robbed of everything including her clothes even, and the husband was averting his eyes instead of meeting mine.
His wife was naked somewhere.
Yet he was avoiding to face the situation.
What a husband!
“Where are you now?” I asked smiling cunningly at her husband.
I was sixty five now.
Well, I wasn’t alone obliged, however.
Any rich one could enjoy this facility.
There were countless beautiful young Musalmān ladies that could do anything for money.
“At the fourteenth hole at the Bājīrāo Mastānī Golf Club. The members have installed a telephone out here. The Golf Club seems to be deserted just now. I lied to the operator at the Clubhouse that I am a member. She put the call through. I need clothes. I need help.”
“Why don’t you call the police?” I asked gravely.
“If I could, I’d certainly have. Nonsense! Can’t you understand?”
“Sorry, I still don’t.”
“And they say you understand the problems of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies even more than we ourselves do!” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled ironically, “They claim your Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is so eager to penetrate our beautiful ardent Musalmān Choots that you can save us from gas chambers even for it! They call you even the Hindu Albuåūlatul Muslimāt.”
“I see.” I watched her husband scornfully.
“I can’t call the police,” Assalāt Azzuhar said immensely seductively, yet still gravely, keeping her dignity constantly nonstop, “The police even mustn’t know anything of this. I promise to explain everything once I see you. If you would kindly oblige me to get some clothes to me I’ll pay…”
“Describe your build to get proper clothes for you.”
“I’m five feet two.” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled gratefully seductively, as if almost inviting me to make love to her, “I weigh a hundred and twelve and I take size ten or twelve.”
“Just how am I supposed to get the clothes to you?” I asked meaningfully even impishly somewhat.
She laughed melodiously,
“Sorry, I’m asking you to do something extraordinary for me. However, you are termed to be the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. You’d certainly be well rewarded if you do it for me. If in your current sixty five, you are still interested in twenty eight years old beautiful Musalmān houseladies it’s a chance for you never to miss. I know this is all out of the ordinary and everything, but I simply can’t explain over the phone. Well, you are the only hope I have in the world now at present. I can’t appeal to the police and I most certainly can’t go around like this.”
“Where are you?”
“As it happens to be, I am.”
“That’s very good. I never expected it.” There was immense relief now in Assalāt Azzuhar’s voice, “You please put some clothes down in the bottom of a golf bag. You can come directly to the fourteenth hole. Back about fifty yards beyond that hole, there’s a patch of rather thick brush that runs down to a service road, and if you’ll just yoo-hoo…Allah, heavens, here come some golfers! Allah Ħāfiz!”
The phone was slammed up.*
I turned up at the office at 4 pm finally to meet Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.
I found Nādirshāh Durrānī under a pile of papers moaning that he would be stuck in the office for hours.
I decided it might be a good idea to stop by at Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s house on the way home.
“I asked you to protect our son’s interests in the Company and you are—”
“Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, have faith in me. Will you, please?”
“If Varchésh loses control I won’t forgive you ever.”
“I know Sālī. Believe me I don’t love him less.”
“He is practicing Pseudo Islam.”
“It doesn’t change the eternal fact that he is our son. Does it?”
“Certainly not.” She was all tears now, “Thank you. And Durgesh,—”
“I’m sorry if I was rude somewhat. Please forgive me.”
“Oh, it’s alright. I understand. You are his Ammī. But you forget that I’m his father—his real father.”
“Yes darling. I’m sorry already. Forgive our foolish and arrogant son.”
“Don’t worry, Kħālidah. I’m his father.”
Nādirshāh Durrānī found that his paperwork only took him a couple of hours.
He turned up at home at just after six and was surprised but pleased to see my Mercedes there.
As he unlocked the front door, I pushed another 3 inches of my huge Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s throat.
I looked down at this gorgeous young Musalmān woman who looked amazing as she desperately worshipped my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, the utmost wonderful thing she had ever seen.
I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes of her legs when I first arrived and the flirting had been intense. Her tight miniskirt and bare tanned legs had me throbbing in my trousers.
I had not attempted to hide it even, boldly.
When she saw my nine or 10-inch semi hard Uncut Hindu Cock fall out of my trousers she had attempted to be cool by saying,
“I have seen bigger”.
She wasn’t saying that now I thought as she fought with 12 inches of my rock hard-Uncut Hindu Cock whilst her hand worshipped the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock and my huge balls.
I continued bravely, even when I heard the door.
I had a lot of experience of nearly being caught and it was more annoyance that I would have to hurry up rather than fear which could cause me to pause.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was also frustrated.
She wanted to be fucked but now she had been caught.
I called down to Nādirshāh Durrānī from the bedroom:
“I am just helping Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī with a little problem she has.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was coming up for air and had to stifle a laugh.
Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s tiny dick was certainly a problem and my Superb Uncut Hindu Lund was the perfect solution.
“We will be down in 5 minutes,” I added.
With no reason to distrust me, Nādirshāh Durrānī put the TV on and called up,
“Fine, see you soon.”
“Let me see whether I can fix that problem for you, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.”
With that, I started to pound my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat.
Ten minutes later Nādirshāh Durrānī thought he heard a bang upstairs and called up:
“Are you two nearly finished? Sal, are you ok?”
The banging had been the headboard hitting the wall hard as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock hard down her throat and was preparing to cum.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī pulled my dick out of her mouth to answer but as she opened her mouth to call him, I pushed my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund back in.
She looked worried but I calmly called down:
“We are fine. I underestimated the size of the problem but we will be down soon. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī just has something in her mouth right now.”
Innocently, Nādirshāh Durrānī thought I meant food and returned to the TV.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could see and feel it twitching and throbbing and knew I was close.
What Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī didn’t know was that I prided myself on being able to cum on demand but could control myself when on the very edge for ages.
I enjoyed that feeling more than any other.
What I wasn’t counting on was what Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was about to say as she came up for air:
“You could fit 20 of his tiny little things into this Superb Uncut Hindu Lund. I am never touching his inadequate little thing again.”
The comparison reminded me of his wedding day and just like that day the result was the same.
I let out a grunt and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī saw the end of my dick flare dangerously and throb out of control.
“I bet you come more too than Nādirshāh Durrānī does,” she added.
She was right.
The first blast lasted 10 seconds.
I emptied myself inside her like letting off a pressurized fire hose.
The jet filled her mouth.
She still had her shirt and dress on.
I smiled triumphantly proudly.
“Nādirshāh Durrānī doesn’t cum that much in a month,” she said and giggled.
She has no idea how much I cum I thought to myself.
I put my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth and started to cum again.
Just 4 inches, the rest she worshipped with her hands.
She swallowed desperately for 30 seconds as my balls released their Hindu charm.
Allah, she wanted to be fucked by me.
I had tried to control the pace of my release so that she could cope with the volume but there was only so much cum one Musalmān woman could swallow.
I slid my slick Uncut Hindu Cock across her tongue and the size of it dwarfed her as she licked it.
“Come upstairs. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has been busy and I am very impressed with her.”
She wondered what her boyfriend, Nādirshāh Durrānī, would make of the scene.
I finished ejaculating as Nādirshāh Durrānī reached the top of the stairs – 15 yards from the bedroom door.
“I never get caught,” I whispered and jumped up.
It was still hard.
I grabbed a document from my briefcase that hid my chest and met Nādirshāh Durrānī at the door.
“I am not sure she will still be hungry though after the amount of nuts and seeds she has gulped down this afternoon.” I said.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī overheard me, smiled and scooped some more cum into her mouth
Half an hour later Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī entered the dining room to have dinner with her boyfriend and me.
My ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, had been delighted to hear from me that I was making the effort to spend time with her son when I had telephoned her to tell her where I was.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had dressed to impress for dinner – but deliberately, not to impress her boyfriend.
Her pretty face had just been fucked immensely by my wonderful 12-inch Hindu weapon and she was desperate for me now to fuck her properly.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī’s tight miniskirt revealed all of her long tanned legs and her top emphasized the firmness of her b cup tits as they were pushing out of a wonder bra.
By the time we sat down for dinner I could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock pressing hard against my trousers and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was ravenous enough whilst chatting with her boyfriend, Nādirshāh Durrānī, to reach under the table with her left hand, unzip my trousers and release my hard Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
I had to be careful that it didn’t spring above the level of the table and into full sight for Nādirshāh Durrānī to view.
I knew, as my hands slid all over Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī that I was going to find a way to fuck her very soon.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī wanked me hard under the table.
It turned us both on to chat away with Nādirshāh Durrānī who was quite oblivious to what was going on under the table.
Was he really that much a fool?
I couldn’t believe it.
As Nādirshāh Durrānī got up to take the plates to the kitchen, we knew we would have a couple of minutes alone.
At the same time, she cupped my wonderful balls with her both beautiful hands.
I could last for hours when I needed to but here I had only a couple of minutes.
I quickly lifted Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī off my Uncut Hindu Cock and placed her face down on the table.
I spread her fantastic Musalmān legs apart.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī grunted with pleasure.
“How can you live with Nādirshāh Durrānī’s cut Musalmān noonī?” I said sympathetically, as I gradually pushed the remaining 8 inches into her and smiled as she had three orgasms before I was fully inside her.
I built the pace up slowly so as not to hurt her, but I smiled in satisfaction as I reached ramming speed and looked at Nādirshāh Durrānī ‘s immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend’s fantastic Musalmān ass and legs clamped around my wonderful Hindu piston.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī needed to stuff a napkin in her mouth to stop herself screaming with lust and pleasure.
I called through to the kitchen:
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī and I have been chatting. I was very impressed with the work she did for me upstairs and I have offered her a promotion to work with me as my personal accountant. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī agrees with me that her current position with you does not stretch her enough.”
I smiled down at her, and thrust my wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock back into her.
I felt I could cum at any moment if I needed to.
I said quietly to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī,
“You know how much I cum. I better start now. Prepare to be filled.”
“I am going to take you on all my business trips Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, so you better get used to this.”
Two wonderful ribbons of my Hindu cum shot across the room and landed behind the door before Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could get her immensely eager, extremely beautiful, young Musalmān mouth over the Superb Uncut Hindu Lund, and started to swallow the last few powerful shots.
I heard footsteps through the hall and pressed Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s head down hard on my Uncut Hindu Cock so that it was safely below the level of the table.
I was somehow able to calmly say,
“Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has gone to the bathroom but can you make us all coffee before I go home?”
“Sure,” Nādirshāh Durrānī said and turned to go back to the kitchen.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī came up for air looking like a gorgeous babe who had just been fucked at both ends – which was what she was.
“Wow, I’m dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī, as long as I have this, Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund of yours interested in me too, in this way, I’m happy.” Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī said grabbing my still hard dick.
“Not tonight though darling, I want to be 12 inches inside of you tomorrow when you tell me on the phone that Nādirshāh Durrānī has a wimpy cut Musalmān noonī and you are dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī for a better man.”
I smiled and looked forward to tomorrow and all my future business trips with her beautiful smooth nude Musalmān legs wrapped around me.
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“Then you don’t know either Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm or Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās. They are especially chosen by us to keep both of their eyes on Muħammad Ůsmān nonstop. There are some more arrangements in addition. But they are kept to be used in emergency only.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
She pulled a newspaper.
“Here it is.”
It was a classified ad.
‘Five thousand INR reward:
It is requested to the parties who were changing a tire on an automobile at the intersection of Bājīrāo Mastānī Avenue and Nargis Dutt Drive, at about five o’clock on the afternoon of the thirty first, to communicate with the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.
If they give a description optimum to identify the green Safari that was speeding east on Nargis Dutt Drive, and crashed into the Lincoln parked there facing east itself on Bājīrāo Mastānī Avenue, they will receive INR five thousand cash.
Bystanders think the young woman in this parked car jotted down the license number of the speeding green Safari but left the scene before the police arrived.
Any information from anyone leading to an identification of this hit and run driver will result in the prompt payment of INR five thousand cash.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“I’m sure Muħammad Ůsmān has managed to sabotage it somehow. Otherwise, it had certainly produced some result till now. Everyone hates a hit and run driver.”
“Maybe the people in that parked automobile haven’t seen anything.” Kħadījah Muħammad suggested.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm was already on her back now on the bed.
“There were a man and a woman in the car. It was a light colored Mercedes, fairly new.” I got between the magnificent nude legs of Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm, “They’d evidently just finished changing a tire.”*
I was already so excited that I couldn’t wait.
I pushed it and entered to the hilt.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm kissed me gratefully.
“The bystanders say the man was putting the flat tire back in the trunk when the accident happened. The woman wrote something down in a notebook. Apparently, it was the license number of the automobile that speeded away from the scene of the accident after slamming the Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Lincoln.”
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm was happy being fucked by me so wildly.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm smiled.
“Yes, Bājī. I have already told you so.”
“And you think there is money in it?”
I was still fucking her vigorously.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was vanishing into Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm’s Omani Årab Musalmān Cunt entirely to my Hindu balls, coming out anointed with her fragrant Omani Årab Musalmān vaginal juice till only its head remained inside, and then vanishing all over again to the hilt.
There was a superb lustful glint in Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm’s eyes.
To hell with Muħammad Ůsmān.
Why Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās only isn’t enough to keep an eye on that bastard?
Why it was necessary that Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm should also join the bastard as his confidential secretary?
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm debated whether, now that the chips were down, she wanted to go through with it or not.
Yes, Durgesh is her man now.
He is a brilliant barrister.
She is Muħammad Ůsmān’s confidential secretary for six years now.
To what extent Durgesh, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Kħadījah Muħammad have faith in her, is evident from the fact that they have put another shadow on the bastard, Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās, Muħammad Ůsmān’s second wife.
Is Muħammad Ůsmān really that dangerous?
And if so, should Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm interfere with his personal affairs?
Why the hell she didn’t do it?
How the hell she knows it’s really blackmail?
Suddenly she reached a decision.
“Yes, I think there is money in the suitcase.”
“I can’t explain the facts in another way.”
“What do you think the facts are?” I asked smiling.
“I’m Muħammad Ůsmān’s confidential secretary for the six years now. Naturally I know him somewhat more than the others.”
“Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās isn’t his wife for six years.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm said curtly, “She is a new addition to confirm what I report to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Durgesh and you, isn’t misjudged by me.”
“I see.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“I don’t think so.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm said patiently, “I open his mail, all of his mail. I separate it and arrange it in the order of its importance. I think he trusts me more than the rest of his employees even. We have been very close.”
“Not as close as his wife, yet.” Kħadījah Muħammad commented.
“Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās? She is married to him for four years only.”
The brightness in her eyes, as well as the triumphant smile on her lips increased.
She knew Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās also did the same for the same purpose.
The bloody bastard doesn’t deserve this great name.
His parents named him after Ħazrat Ůsmān bin Åffān razī Allāhu tålā ånahu.
He never tried to live his great name.
Being his secretary for six years now, Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm knows very well how many gambling joints Muħammad Ůsmān owns himself alone and how many with the other veteran Pseudo Musalmīn criminal/criminal minded persons.
She wouldn’t be surprised even if she would know some day, Muħammad Ůsmān is the Supremo of entire illegal gambling business on the globe.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm smiled adjusting her nude legs on my equally nude shoulders.
“Well, I open all of Muħammad Ůsmān’s mails. I informed you a few days ago, he instructed me that in case any envelope was received bearing the return address A. M. Åbbās, I wasn’t to open it. I was to pass it along to him unopened.”
Kħadījah Muħammad looked at me.
“That aroused your curiosity, you said.”
“That’s right.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm also looked at me bravely.
“Such a letter was received?”
“Such a letter was received.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm admitted.
“I instructed you not to open it.”
“I didn’t.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm said gravely, “Nevertheless I have the letter itself now. Here it is.”
She opened her purse and reached inside.
Kħadījah Muħammad and I exchanged swift glances.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm extracted a folded sheet of paper and unfolded it.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis until only its head remained inside and thrust it back more forcefully.
It vanished again to my balls.
“How did you get this?” I asked her.
“I saw a torn piece of paper in the wastebasket.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm smiled cunningly and kissed me on my lips, “It had some words pasted on it.”
“It was unusual and I was put there by you folks to keep an eye especially on everything unusual.”
“I rummaged around in the wastebasket, found the other torn pieces of the letter and put them together.”
Taking the letter from her, I read it, holding it so Kħadījah Muħammad could also see the printed words.
‘GET MONEY. INSTRUCTIONS ON TELEPHONE. FAILURE WILL BE FATAL.’
“How about the envelope it came in?”
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm again reached in her purse and took out an envelope.
In the upper left hand corner of the envelope, there was a return address of A. M. Åbbās, General Delivery.
The envelope had been addressed on a typewriter.
“You get it this morning?” I asked.
“That’s right. The letter was in the morning mail. I found it in the wastebasket about an hour ago.”
“Alright. Now, tell me about the suitcase.”
“Well, this morning after the letter I saw Muħammad Ůsmān was exceptionally nervous.”
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed incredulously.
“Bosh and nonsense. He was putting an act to deceive you.”
“That’s right.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm smiled, “I also suspected the same. Well, he told me to go down to a luggage store and get a suitcase. He said it was to be just a plain suitcase but it had to be strong and durable, nevertheless. He said the handle, particularly, had to be strong. Moreover, its sides must be so strong that the saleswoman could stand on it. He said he’d seen suitcases demonstrated in that way in some of the TV ads.”
“I went down and bought this suitcase. To check its strength I myself stood on it.”
“The suitcase has a lock.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm smiled too, “There were two keys to the lock when it was sold to me. I took one of them and took its impression on a soap to make its duplicate.”
“I delivered the suitcase to Muħammad Ůsmān with both the original keys. He took the suitcase and went into his office. The suitcase was empty. When he came back, it was locked and it was heavy.”
“Didn’t he give you some instructions?”
“Oh sure. Muħammad Ůsmān told me that I had to perform a very delicate mission. He wanted me to take this suitcase and be very, very careful not to let it out of my possession, not to let anything happen to it. I was to go to the Union Depot and go to the place where they have the lockers―you know, the baggage lockers where you pay ten INR, deposit baggage and get a key.”
I nodded gravely.
Muħammad Ůsmān was certainly after something mischievous.
The return address on the envelope ‘A. M. Åbbās’ could easily be interpreted ‘Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās’, his second wife, and actually our agent.
Was he planning to implicate Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm too in the conspiracy?*
I made Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm to go on her knees and elbows.
Even while Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm was reporting to me daily, and I kept my promise of fucking her while she was reporting to me, Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm was still more ravenous to enjoy me inside her more and more.
My sex kicks into her ultimate vaginal depths were already wild.
Even then, her sexual motions to my Hindu crotch were still wilder than mine were.
But she had to.
Damn Muħammad Ůsmān.
If only he wasn’t so, criminal/criminal minded Musalmān.
There isn’t any future of Pseudo Islam now anywhere.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm went on to say,
“I was to go to locker F786 and put this suitcase in there. I was to take out the key; put the key in an envelope addressed to A. M. Åbbās, General Delivery, put stamps on the envelope and put it in the mail. Then I was to return to the office.”
I squeezed her boobs still fucking her wildly.
“How long ago did you receive these instructions, Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm darling?”
“Just about twenty minutes ago.”
“I see. Now, what was to happen if the locker F786 was already in use?”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“If, suppose, someone had already put his/her baggage in there and taken the key out.” She explained to Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm, “Then what?”*
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm winked at us.
“Then I was to use anyone of the four adjacent lockers in the same row as F786 and to the left of that locker.”
Kħadījah Muħammad said,
“Aren’t you fighting against time, in that case, I mean?”
“Sure.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm said increasing the already wild movements of her glorious and gorgeous Omani Årab Musalmān female buttocks to my Hindu crotch, “I’ve got my office car waiting downstairs. I want to open the suitcase and see what’s in it. There maybe even a bomb in it. We suspect Muħammad Ůsmān a potential terrorist after all.”
“Even if, as I rather suspect, it’s full of money, I want to take the numbers on some of the bills―all of them if we have time.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm said.
“Why didn’t you just open it?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked.
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm smiled.
“Do I look that foolish?”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled too.
“Banno, you are extremely beautiful. But that attribute you have is expedient to Durgesh and yourself, not to mine.”
“Then?” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed cunningly.
“I’m not working with that bastard, Muħammad Ůsmān, a blot to the great name of Ħazrat Ůsmān bin Åffān razī Allāhu tålā ånahu, in my own individual capacity. I’m doing it for an international organization: ‘Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad’.”
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm laughed too.
“You aren’t deceiving Durgesh even a bit.”
“What do you mean?”
“Durgesh isn’t imprudent enough not to understand who is masterminding it all actually.”
“Not I, Vallāh.”
“Wrong again. Idiot, try to concentrate on the cold and hard facts. Pitr’shrī knew Durgesh loved me more, not Saiyadah Fātimah PhD. I too loved Durgesh not any less than Saiyadah Fātimah PhD loved him. Yet, Pitr’shrī wanted Saiyadah Fātimah PhD must be Durgesh’s legal wife, not I. Why?”
“So what?” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm asked belligerently, “Even if so, what’s wrong in it?”
“Musalmīn?” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm, the Omani Årab Musalmān lioness, thundered, “You call them Musalmīn? Most of them aren’t Panjvaqtah Namāzī. Most of them haven’t studied Al Qur’an Al Karīm ever. Most of them haven’t gone through Aħādīs-e-muqaddasāt even. And you call them Musalmīn. Haha. They aren’t Musalmīn. They are Pseudo Musalmīn. I damn care what they bark about me. The hell with them.”
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