HVS Law Internationals: 3

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HVS Law Internationals

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The Court

I was really astonished.

“Everywhere in public?”

“Why not?” entirely unashamed, Fātimah Rasūlullāh asked surprised.

“Well—” I could not respond her enthusiasm and surprise.

“Don’t tell me you are ashamed of fucking me everywhere in public.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh winked at me.

I had controlled me in the meantime.

“Never.” I was more enthusiastic now even than Fātimah Rasūlullāh was, “I promise to fuck you my darling, everywhere in public, wherever and whenever you want.”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh kissed me.

“Is it really possible, Durgesh darling?”

“Let’s see what we can do in the matter legally.”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was immensely glad.

She actually was after breaking Kħadījah Muħammad’s record.

Kħadījah Muħammad was my Outdoor Sex Queen.

Yet, even Kħadījah Muħammad couldn’t make me fuck her everywhere in public wherever and whenever she wanted.***

Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr said with his usual judicial gravity.

“Gentlemen, I hope we can get a jury today.

It was second day of the trial.

It was the compulsion of the Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān that despite every desperate frantic effort of Ålī and his Ammījān Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib, she still allowed Åāýéshah Abu Bakr to remain on bail.

She refused to surrender to any bloody Congressperson even.

No, she was not a supporter of NDA.

She supported Congress.

But, she could not do it in this particular case due to her everaggressive daughter, Safiyah Muħammad.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān loved her daughter more than she loved Congress.

The BJP government at Madhya Pradesh managed to get more support from public then the wretched Congresspersons could.

It was the second term of the BJP government at Madhya Pradesh.

“I hope the same, your honor.” I said suavely.

Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr looked at the beautiful assistant of the district attorney, Sabīħah Parvéz.

She always respected me and managed usually to be in the case, if I personally represented my client.

The persons suspected Sabīħah Parvéz actually loved me.

“The peremptory is with the prosecution.” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr said.

Sabīħah Parvéz smiled.

“The prosecution passes, your honor.”

I arose, bowed and smiled.

“Let the jury be sworn.” I said, “The defense has no further peremptories and is satisfied with this jury.”

Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr smiled as he said,

“Well, I hardly expected such prompt action. I thank both the councils. The clerk will now swear the jury and then the court will take a ten-minute recess.”

After the recess, Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr nodded to the table of the prosecution.

Sabīħah Parvéz, some more trial deputies and the Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad were sitting there.

“Make your opening statement, Mr. Prosecutor.” The judge said.

Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad nodded to Sabīħah Parvéz.

Sabīħah Parvéz once more stood up.

“If it please the court,” Sabīħah Parvéz said, “and you members of the jury, for the most part I’m going to let the facts speak for themselves. Yet, as they are somewhat complicated, I’ll give you a brief outline.

“The defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, was trustee under a so called spendthrift trust created by Muħammad Rasūlullāh in favor of his daughter Fātimah Rasūlullāh.

“Under the terms of this trust, the defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, had the right to sell the securities as she saw fit, purchase other securities, and to pay out such money as she saw fit to the beneficiary of the trust, Ms. Fātimah Rasūlullāh.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, we expect to prove that in the five years, the period during which the trust had been in effect, the defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, always made her accounting in such a technically legal way that it always disheartened Fātimah Rasūlullāh.”

I smiled.

Sabīħah Parvéz ignored my smile deliberately and went on,

“Furthermore, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we propose to show that the defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, had systematically looted the trust, using income from it to feather her own financial nest until she had built up an independent fortune in the name of Fātimah Rasūlullāh and Durgesh through shrewd steps, investments and manipulations.

The eyes of the ladies and gentlemen of the jury, as well as those of the audience, turned to Åāýéshah Abu Bakr with hatred.

I smiled reassuringly at Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled confidently and compassionately at Sabīħah Parvéz as she couldn’t prove anything.

Sabīħah Parvéz took almost fifteen minutes to complete her opening statement.

After that Sabīħah Parvéz bowed with courtly dignity, strode back to the counsel table, and sat down.

While passing through opposite me, Sabīħah Parvéz managed to squeeze my Uncut Hindu Penis mischievously, hiding her action from others.

“Sālī!” I squeezed her buttocks.

Sabīħah Parvéz winked at me and went to sit at her table innocently.

“Do you wish to make an opening statement at this time?” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr asked me.

“No, your honor. We’ll defer our opening statement until the defense is ready to put on its case.”

“Very well,” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr said, “Call your first witness, Ms. Prosecutor.”

Sabīħah Parvéz called the autopsy surgeon, Dr. Bilqīs Kħān.

She testified that she had performed the autopsy of Åbdul Raħmān.

“Doctor,” I asked in cross-examination, “did you know the decedent, Åbdul Raħmān, personally?”

Sabīħah Parvéz rose to her feet,

“Objected as impertinent and immaterial.”

“I don’t think so, your honor.” I said, “It may go to the bias of the witness.”

“Overruled.”Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr ruled, “It’s a murder case. The defense is fighting to save a human life. The court will see that the defense must get every right, the law allows.”

“Thank you, your honor.” I bowed to the court.

“Answer the question, Doctor!”

Dr. Bilqīs Kħān smiled triumphantly,

“The decedent, Åbdul Raħmān, was my ex husband, your honor.”

Sabīħah Parvéz leaned to me and whispered quite astonished,

“How did you know?”

“I’ve my own sources, Sālī!”

Then I addressed the witness,

“How long the marriage was in effect?”

“Not more than six months, sir.”

“Who approached the court for divorce?”

“Objected as to be immaterial, your honor.”Sabīħah Parvéz said, “The marriage of the witness to the decedent cannot be linked with his murder.”

“But, it can affect the testimony of the witness.” I insisted.

“How?”Sabīħah Parvéz asked me ironically, “I think the defense is trying to blacken the character of the decedent.”

“The defense has every right to show how responsible the decedent himself could be for his murder.”

“The court thinks the defense is right.”Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr ruled again, “The objection is overruled.”

“I approached to the court for the divorce, your honor.”Dr. Bilqīs Kħān said gravely.

“On what grounds?”

“My husband suspected my relation with one of my friends, Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý.”

“Was it true?”

“Yes, your honor.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān answered to the court.

“Did you love Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý prior to your marriage with the decedent, Åbdul Raħmān?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then why did you marry Åbdul Raħmān, instead of Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý?”

“Because Åbdul Raħmān blackmailed my parents.”Dr. Bilqīs Kħān exploded the bombshell.

The jury and the audience were stunned due to the sudden development of the case.

Dr. Bilqīs Kħān was the first witness of the prosecution.

Everyone expected her testimony to be a routine testimony.

None expected this explosive character revelation of the victim.

What none of them knew was that it was deliberately managed by me.

Dr. Bilqīs Kħān was on leave when the dead body of Åbdul Raħmān was brought for autopsy.

I managed to cancel her leave so that she herself could perform his autopsy, and I could bring these facts in cross-examination.

The prosecution’s everfirst witness blackened the character of the decedent.

“Did you know it?” Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad asked his most brilliant trial deputy, Sabīħah Parvéz.

“Never, sir.”Sabīħah Parvéz whispered back, “I suspect Durgesh has deliberately managed it, to bring it out in his cross examination.”

“The Hindu playboy can go to any limit to protect his Musalmān Beauties.” Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad gritted his teeth, “He is the legal wizard, too much resourceful, a master psychologist and a master cross examiner.”

“You are right, sir.”

“Do you really love Durgesh, Sabīħah?”

“Well, sorry sir, but you know it very well.”Sabīħah Parvéz said gravely, “Your own daughter is crazy for Durgesh.”

“Sabīħah, I respect the beast.”

“I know, sir. And I’m proud of my chief that I work under such a nice gentleman.”

“Åbdul Raħmān blackmailed your parents?” I let my surprise register on my body language literally.

“Yes, sir.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān went on, “He blackmailed Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý too and compelled him to marry his own sister, my sister in law, Nafīsah Raħmān.”

“Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān?”

“Yes, sir. Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān is my sister in law. She also loved Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. My husband managed through his blackmails that his sister Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān succeeded in marrying Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý.”

“You didn’t object?”

“My parents requested me to protect their own secrets.”

“And you surrendered?”

“Yes. I had to. Yet, I never surrendered my body to Åbdul Raħmān.”

“Never?” I registered my surprise again.

“Never.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān said scornfully, “I told the bloody blackmailer that I am a One Man Woman. I’ve already surrendered my pious Sunni Musalmān body to my Hindu love, Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. And he’ll be the only man in my life.”

“What did he tell in response?”

“He said he isn’t interested in my body. He was interested only in the marriage of his sister, Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān with Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. And he has succeeded in it.”

“Åbdul Raħmān never touched you as a husband.”

“I hated the bloody blackmailer.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān said scornfully once again, “I never allowed him.”

I looked at Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr.

“Your honor, I see Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān is in the court. She is a witness for prosecution, I believe.”

Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr looked at Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad.

Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad arose and bowed to the court.

“Of course, your honor. Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān and even her husband, Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý, both are the witnesses for the prosecution.”

“Your honor, I request to call Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān for some clarification.”

“By all means.” Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad bowed to me, “No objection at all. The prosecution is as much interested in justice as the defense is.”

Dr. Bilqīs Kħān testified that the death of Åbdul Raħmān had been caused by a single gunshot wound in the head.

She testified that it had been fired into the left temple from a gun that had been not more than six inches away from the man’s head at the time of its discharge.

She fixed the time of death as between nine thirty o’clock and two thirty A. M. on the night of the fifth and sixth May 2010.

“Death could have been at nine o’clock, Doctor?” I asked.

“I doubt it.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān looked at me gravely.

“At eight thirty?”

“I don’t think so.”

“But it could have been at eight thirty?”

“It’s possible but not probable. I fix nine thirty as the earliest hour.”

“But it’s possible death occurred at eight thirty?”

“Yet, not probable. We can’t fix the time of death with a stop watch.”Dr. Bilqīs Kħān smiled at me.

I smiled back at her,

“That’s all, Doctor. Thank you.”

Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān took the witness stand.

Sabīħah Parvéz examined her,

“What’s your name?”

“Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān.”

“Were you related to the decedent Åbdul Raħmān?”

“He was my brother.”

“When did you know your brother was interested in Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company?”

“He was never interested in Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company.”

“What do you mean?”

“Actually I was interested in Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company.”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān said, “My brother was acting as my agent in the bargain.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr was all-alert now.

Even I could not help to remember when Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān first met me.

She was accompanied by Kħadījah Muħammad to my office.

“Hello, you are Durgesh?” she asked.

“You are Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān?”I grinned.

“Right.”

“What can I do for you?”

“I understand you are representing Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.”

“I see. How do you understand that?”

“Mr. Durgesh, haven’t anyone told you that your obsession to have sex with extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān Beauties can lead you someday to so many troubles you haven’t even imagined ever?”

I smiled.

“So many communal Musalmeen have told me so. So far they are always themselves in trouble.”

“So far.”

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

“That doesn’t mean it would happen in future too.”

“I believe in crossing a bridge when I reach it.”

“Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is a hot potato.”

“I love Musalmān Beauties hottest.” I smiled.

“You don’t know anything.”

“I’d be obliged to you very much if you’d tell me what I don’t know.”

“I’ve learned that Åāýéshah Abu Bakr made statements that I’m crooked. She told that I don’t manage my company for the benefit of my shareholders. I do it to manipulate it for my own purposes.”

“I see.” I smiled at Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān.

“She said that I don’t know straight up about oil. I was primarily interested in biking people into investing in stock so I could keep myself in power as the head of the company at a darn good salary.”

I smiled urbanely.

“I hope you can prove, in a competent court, what you are charging my client to say.”

“I’ve witnesses.”

“I hope they are disinterested.”

“What do you mean?”

“The witnesses are too human beings, Doctor. They have their own human weaknesses and shortcomings. It has been proven so many times in courts that they’ve lied.”

“I have their affidavits.”

“And why did you have them?”

“So that they can’t lie on a later date in court.”

“So, you think they can lie?”

“Anyone can lie.”

“And so do your witnesses?” I kept on smiling.

“They are also human beings, as you’ve yourself said.”

“So, you want a court to believe such profound liars you yourself don’t believe?”

“What?”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān looked at me all alert, “Who said I don’t believe my own witnesses?”

“Your actions do. Why else you needed their affidavits, if you believe they won’t lie?”

“What a man you are?”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān said, “The extent you go to protect your Musalmān concubines.”

“They are not my Musalmān concubines. They are my Musalmān women.”

“You are right both ways. Are you not? If I hadn’t taken their affidavits, you’ve claimed they lie. And now when I have their affidavits you claim I myself am afraid of them that they could lie otherwise.”

I smiled shrewdly.

Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān smiled too.

“I want to warn you that Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is so much crooked that even all your excellent shrewdness cannot save her. Even you can save only the innocent ones.”

“Of course, you are right. But the mistake you are doing is that you think yourself a judge.”

“I don’t, never.”

“So why don’t you let a judge decide who is guilty and who is innocent?”

“My management has been vindicated. I bet Åāýéshah Abu Bakr wishes she had the twenty thousand shares of stock she sold a while ago.”

“Sold it?” I asked smiling.

“As if you don’t know what your foolish Musalmān concubine, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, did. I heard and believed that you love Musalmān Beauties with brains. But Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is so beautiful that you broke your rule.”

“Oh!”

“She is a Musalmān Beauty without brains. She made detrimental statements to me when she sold the shares. She sold the stock to a purchaser warning her that it probably wasn’t any good. She foolishly said to her that I didn’t know straight up about the oil business. She claimed that I was just working a flimflam getting a lot of sterile acreage tied up so that I could make a big showing to people who knew nothing about the oil business, keep drawing a nice salary, and have an expense account, a private air plane and all that sort of stuff.”

“I’m surprised that instead of suing Åāýéshah Abu Bakr for what you claim she said, you came to me.”

Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān smiled.

“Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is a Musalmān Beauty without brains, but you have lots of what she doesn’t.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t think I’m interested in your masculine Hindu charms as most of us Musalmān Beauties are.”

“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I smiled, “I’m disheartened.”

“Nonsense! I’m not fool enough even to think so. You have millions of us extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties still trying to friend with you, you even can’t oblige. I’m merely trying not to have a dangerous antagonist out of you, instead of an extremely precious friend of us entire Musalmān Beauties.”

“I see.”

“Can we be friends?”

“How, if you want to sue one of my beloveds?”

“Nonsense! You are wise enough to understand I haven’t come to you if I wanted to do that.”

“Let me hear why actually you’ve come to me.”

“Listen, Durgesh! We Musalmān Beauties already have so many antagonists in our oppressor mankind. We’ve very few friends we can rely on. You are best of them.”

“Thank you.” I looked at her really gratefully.

“I want you at my side of the fence, not in the opposite one.”

“So, what do you propose?”

“Åāýéshah Abu Bakr has foolishly damaged my image and that of my Company, Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company, too. I’m the President of Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company. She could have sold her stock without any such unnecessary comment. Do you agree?”

“Go on.”

“I’m not here to sue. I’m not here to threaten. I’m wise enough to understand you must be on my side.”

“I thank you once again. Just finish what you want to say.”

“I request you to advise that foolish Musalmān Beauty without brains, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr that I’d accept her apology, a public apology that I can print in the papers.”

I smiled.

“You’d have it. Anything else?”

“Thank you very much, Durgesh.”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān was all smiles, “Now, I’m glad I decided to come to you.”

This entire event flashed through my mind just in one second or two.***

Safiyah Muħammad waved the director past, concentrating on her hair and make-up instead.

“So today you’re doing a 61 year old Hindu male, name’s Durgesh?”

She didn’t really care who she was doing, as long as he is a Hindu.

Safiyah Muħammad was an Uncut Hindu Penis addict Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān young woman.

She was not the first.

Neither she was alone.

There were so many Uncut Hindu Penis addict Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān young women now.

“An Uncut Hindu Penis” Safiyah Muħammad used to say, “gives you something more than a cut cock can.”

“And what’s that?” her friends asked her.

“Its Foreskin.”

“What?”

“That’s right. Its Foreskin.” Safiyah Muħammad repeated, “It opens inside you when it enters, and closes when it’s pulled out.”

“So what?”

“You can’t imagine how much a woman enjoys the experience of its opening and closing inside.” Safiyah Muħammad’s eyes became starry, “I can’t describe the sexual bliss I do feel when the Uncut Hindu Foreskin opens and closes inside me in each powerful Hindu thrust. I’d do anything to get that unique experience repeated over and over endlessly.”

“You hate Musalmān males?” her friends asked Safiyah Muħammad.

“No. How can I hate them? They are my Dīnī brothers, my co religionists. It’s only sex I don’t like with them.”

“You don’t hate them”

“Never. No question at all.”

With this porn, she would have made enough to get herself completely out of debt and then maybe she could go and get a real job.

She didn’t need any job actually.

Her Ammījān, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, had made so much money for her daughter that didn’t need to do anything for money.

Yet, Safiyah Muħammad was a modern young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lady.

She hated to live on her Ammījān’s money only.

She wanted to be self dependent.

Tossing her long black hair the pretty Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl pouted at herself in the mirror, looking at the short silky Kimono that clung to her great attractive curves.

They had even gotten the culture right.

Sighing, she went out to the set that was done with lots of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān furniture and decoration.

They didn’t actually care what and who she was as long as she was a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl having sex with Hindu men of different schools of thoughts.

Safiyah Muħammad enjoyed it very much.

She’d watched her Ammījān Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān once having sex with me.

I always warned Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān,

“Be careful, Navīdah, you are a Chief Justice.”

“So what?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān raised her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face from my Uncut Hindu Penis she was sucking passionately, “Who says it’s illegal for a Chief Justice to have sex with her lover?”

“Navīdah darling, your daughter Safiyah Muħammad is an adult now.”

“So?”

“She can see us in this way.”

Safiyah Muħammad, watching us from the keyhole, was all-alert now.

She was fascinated to watch my continuously growing Uncut Hindu Penis in the extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth of her Ammī Ħuzoor.***

Safiyah Muħammad had anticipated that.

Her Ammījān Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and her Abbū, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had been married for twenty-six years.

In fact, today was their wedding Anniversary.

But that wasn’t why Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was examining her reflection as she adjusted her bra and sweater in the big bathroom mirror.

She was preparing to attend a reception for the daughter of one of her best friends.

The sweater was cut much lower than anything she normally wore.

She’d never shown that much cleavage in public before.

Many women didn’t have anywhere that much cleavage to show!

But it was not true for Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women.

And Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Beauty.

The new bra she’d bought a month ago really showed off her glorious breasts.

She’d worn it several times before with her regular tops.

Men would stop dead and stare.

It was if she were walking naked.

But with this new sweater, Allah!

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had always had large breasts, so she knew ahead of time she’d always get attention.

If she wasn’t totally comfortable with it, at least she was used to it.

Over the years, she’d put on about thirty-five pounds, and Muħammad Ibrāhīm always kidded that most it went to her tits.

And he adored them.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān looked at herself critically.

She was obviously not the lithe young college cheerleader she was when she met her husband.

But her face was still very pretty, her eyes a beautiful pale blue, and her hair had never darkened.

It was still ash blond and totally straight.

Just a couple of months ago, at the mall, a handsome manager was admiring her as she waited in a checkout line.

She was sure he was ogling her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs, and he approached her after she completed her purchase.

Most men just stared silently; very few ever said anything.

He, however, smiled.

“I just wanted to tell you that your hair is the most beautiful color I’ve ever seen.”

And walked away.

She was on a high for the rest of the day.

She still smiled to herself when she remembered.

Then there was her mouth.

It was larger than Julia Roberts’ and she had those full puffy lips that some women have to pay for.

Her perfect, white teeth gave her a great smile.

A friend once told her that if she didn’t have those boobs, guys would be lusting after her mouth.

Once, while waiting for Muħammad Ibrāhīm at a restaurant bar, a nice looking man in a suit sitting across the bar kept stealing furtive glances at her.

She decided to tease him a little, so, like some feminine ninja; she took up lipstick and mirror and delivered a slow, sensuous performance.

As she applied a thick coat of shiny, shocking pink, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān deliberately pursed her lips, opened her mouth in an oval, and ran her tongue across them.

As she pretended to admire her handiwork in the mirror, she actually was peeking to see his reaction.

Subconsciously, he lifted his hips off the stool and reached below the bar level, obviously needing to make an adjustment to relieve a pressure down there.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was thrilled that she could cause such a reaction.

When she saw Muħammad Ibrāhīm arrive she slid off her stool, she opened her jacket, pushed her shoulders back and smoothed her sweater.

She was no longer looking at the guy across the bar, but she was positive he was looking at her.

As she closed her jacket again, she smiled at Muħammad Ibrāhīm and with a quick glance on the way to the restaurant, noticed that a second adjustment was being performed.

Finally, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān turned her attention to her legs.

They showed the signs of her weight, but were proportionate and shapely.

She wore a black silk skirt that ended about three inches above the knee and had a 4-inch slit at the left front.

She slowly raised the hem until she could see above the tops of her thigh high stockings and just a peek of her black silk panties.

The stockings were something for Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

Like all men, he preferred them to pantyhose, and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was going to do some subtle teasing at the reception.

She thought that if she gave him and occasional glimpse above the stocking, and maybe even let him run his hand up her skirt, the turn on might be an additional boost to his erection.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s cock was a little over two inches long, moreover what he’d lacked in size he could not make up even for in firmness.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān did not have even any lover before Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

In the past year or so, moreover, Muħammad Ibrāhīm often failed to achieve even full erection.

Sometimes, even her oral manipulations weren’t enough.

And Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was having trouble achieving her own orgasm with the new softer Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

More often than ever, she had to finish herself manually.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had thought about Viagra, but that was a subject Muħammad Ibrāhīm would have to bring up himself.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān walked out of the bathroom and faced Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

“How do I look?”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s mouth hung open.

“Allah!” he gasped, smiling like a high school junior who’d picked up his blind date and found Dolly Parton. Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had her answer.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm immediately groped her breasts, but Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān backed away.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

“But…”

“No buts. Come on, we’ll be late.”

The hotel was only about five minutes from the reception hall.

Actually, the hall was only about twenty-five miles from Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s house, but they decided to get a room close by so they wouldn’t have such a drive home afterward.

And, both secretly thought, maybe there would be a little romance, too.

On the drive to the reception, Muħammad Ibrāhīm kept looking sideways at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s breasts.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled, wondering what reaction Muħammad Ibrāhīm was having somewhere below his eyes.

When she slid into the passenger seat, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān made sure Muħammad Ibrāhīm got an eyeful of her legs and allowed just the beginnings of the stocking tops to show.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm noticed.

In her seat, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s skirt was resting about six inches above her knee and she left her legs slightly parted.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm dropped his hand on her thigh and started to run it up her leg.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān pushed his hand away.

“That’s for later, she told her husband.

“And keep your eyes on the road.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm groaned and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān giggled.

“Let’s just bag the reception and go back to the room right now,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm suggested hopefully.

Oh how Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān wanted to do just that!

She wanted Muħammad Ibrāhīm rock solid tonight though, and her plan to achieve that was just starting.

“Well, that might be fun, but I was thinking of something else first.”

“What?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm asked excitedly.

“Do you think anyone else at the reception will notice how I look?”

“I think everyone else will notice. I think if we were going to a funeral, the corpse would notice.”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had to laugh.

She loved his sense of humor.

She was a little nervous about the next step however.

“Well, you know how I sometimes tell you about guys who check out my boobs during the day? Like last week when the bag boy at the supermarket couldn’t close his mouth, and messed up the bags and everything. Even the cashier had to laugh and tell him to put his tongue back in his mouth. You said I was such a tease with my big Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs flouncing everywhere. I said I didn’t do anything, but that you loved hearing about it. You even admitted it got you hard.”

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had been looking at Muħammad Ibrāhīm to gauge his reaction to what she was saying, ready to backpedal if he seemed hesitant.

She took a breath and plunged in.

“So, I thought I’d give us both a thrill and do some teasing tonight. You could watch and maybe I’d get turned on a bit as well. Depends on what the guy looks like.”

Muħammad Ibrāhīm swallowed hard. “What would you do?”

“Oh, I’m not sure how far I’d carry it. Not very. Show some cleavage, obviously, maybe press my tits against him if we danced. Maybe hump his leg a little if he really turned me on.”

” Would you kiss him, or let him feel you up?”

“Would you mind?”

“If that’s all, I think I could handle it. You know sometimes when I think about you and another guy, it sort of turns me on in a way. Guess that’s kind of weird, huh? Just don’t act like too much of a slut.”

“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, that’s disgusting! But the really nice thing is we won’t know anybody there except Noo. And we won’t ever see any of them again either. So it’s the perfect occasion to be a little daring.”

At the reception, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm sat at a table with two other couples from Noor’s work.

Both were mid-thirties and pleasant enough.

One husband was fairly attractive, but the other was a complete nerd.

Both did a double take when they saw Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, but she didn’t want to start any trouble by playing up to someone’s husband.

At the next table were five interns from the hospital where Noor’s daughter worked.

Two of them had dates.

They too noticed Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān as soon as she sat down.

They appeared to be in their mid to late twenties, and all were very attractive.

No doubt about it, these guys were ready for a party.

Noor came over after Muħammad Ibrāhīm had gotten drinks and proceeded to introduce everyone at the table and then waved the young doctors from the other table over.

She introduced each to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

They all grinned widely and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled back.

The last intern introduced was Durgesh.

I was medium in height and slim and spoke with a perfect Indian accent as I shook Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s hand.

“Pleased to meet you.”

My eyes looked deeply into Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s, and I didn’t release her hand.

Her hand trembled ever so slightly as she felt a surge of excitement ripple through her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vagina.

She was immediately wet.

Could Durgesh tell?

“Oh, what a nice accent. Where are you from?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān asked.

“Jabalpur India, ma’am.”

I was the most handsome man Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had ever met.

After introductions, Noor stood to the side chatting briefly with Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

She kidded Muħammad Ibrāhīm that he’d better keep Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān away from the interns, given the way his wife looked.

Noor made a special point to single out Durgesh.

“Durgesh‘s already slept with all the extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Lady Doctors on the floor,” Noor stated, winking at Muħammad Ibrāhīm. “And, he’s a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt man,” she finished, smiling at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān quickly finished her drink and went to the bar for another.

She ordered a double because she needed the courage of alcohol.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew better than to make me part of her little teasing games that evening.

Her husband was no a bigot but, there was no telling how he might react.

However, any one of the other four young Hindu men would do nicely.

True her word, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān flirted and danced with each of the interns.

Mostly they were fast dances, but after the nerdy husband asked her once, she used that as an excuse to ask the sexiest intern, me, to rescue her so he couldn’t ask again.

It was a slow number, and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān made sure she pressed her chest firmly against mine.

She danced mostly with me from then on.

During subsequent slow songs I became progressively more forward, rubbing my Hindu crotch against hers, sliding even my hand down her extremely beautiful glorious Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

She could feel my Uncut Hindu erection and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was getting progressively wetter.

Her teasing had better be having the desired effect on Muħammad Ibrāhīm, as she would be in some serious need of attention later.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān watched her husband to see my extra ordinary Hindu reaction, and Muħammad Ibrāhīm seemed fine.

She dragged him to the dance floor once and moved her body in to feel his.

“Why Muħammad Ibrāhīm lass,” she whispered in his ear, “I do believe there’s some tenting going on in your pants. Are you experiencing a chubby?”

He laughed and admitted he was enjoying her show.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān revealed she was enjoying it as well and that he’d better be prepared for a tigress when they got back to their room.

Despite her earlier good intentions, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān found herself subtly teasing me as well.

She was unable to curb her attraction to the young Hindu man.

She’d lean over in front of me making sure I had the best view her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān cleavage.

When she talked to me, she deliberately licked her lips.

I ignored her and she became increasingly irritated.

Durgesh, it seemed to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, had decided to tease the tease.

I danced with other extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women.

I deliberately selected married Sunni Musalmān women of Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s age — or rather they selected me.

My movements were oh, so erotic.

I never looked directly at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, yet I always seemed to know where she was and that she was stealing glances at me.

I would move my partner to a position where only Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān could see, then deliberately kiss Her neck, fondle Her breast, or massage Her ass.

THE extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women would do nothing to resist to me.

It was like I was telling Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, I can have any Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman Here, including you, and I know it. What’s more, you know it too, so if you want it, you’re going to have to ask for it, beg for it.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān mentally tortured herself imagining the forbidden fruit that was Durgesh.

After so many years of knowing she could have whatever she wanted from men, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was faced with wanting something she wasn’t sure she could get.

It infuriated and enflamed Her.

Finally, her panties were soaked through from watching the handsome young Hindu man she’d had enough.

I wasn’t moving on her and she didn’t have the nerve to approach me.

Her husband’s dick had better be good and hard tonight, damn it!

“Let’s go,” she said to Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

“OK, I just have to use the men’s room first.”

As Muħammad Ibrāhīm walked off, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān saw me approach the Juice Corner.

As if she were a programmed computer, she walked over for one last hopeful attempt to get me to acknowledge her.

With Her chest thrust out as alluringly as she knew how, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled at me.

I looked into her eyes and never even glanced below.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had meant to tell me she was leaving, but found herself deliberately looking down at Her chest and back up to my face.

“Don’t you want to touch them?” she asked me.

For a split second, I acted as I didn’t understand her question, and then I smiled broadly.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān quickly took my hand and led me out the back door.

Safiyah Muħammad, closely watching her Ammījān, followed us.

Once outside, we rounded a corner of the building where it was pitch black.

We were facing each other, but neither could see a thing.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān brought my hand up and placed it on her breast.

I raised my other hand and massaged Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s chest.

SHE moaned deeply, and with her own hand, reached for my Hindu crotch.

SHE fell against my chest as my size startled her.

SHE quickly unzipped my slacks and extracted my Hindu phallus.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān stroked me for no more than 10 seconds before she whimpered,

“I’ve got to have you, Durgesh.” as she slid to her knees and began playing with me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock felt hot and hard and big in Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

SHE used her hand to help get me off.

It didn’t take long.

As I neared my release, I took Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān by the shoulders and tried to lift her up.

“Let me fuck you,” I told her.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān shook Her Head.

Although I couldn’t see her in the darkness, I felt her answer as my Uncut Hindu Cock was pulled from side to side.

“My husband is waiting, please come,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said, temporarily removing the fleshy, exciting Uncut Hindu tube from her mouth.

I took Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s Head in my hands and gently began to fuck her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

When I moaned, signaling my imminent ejaculation, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew she too would orgasm.

As I shot off into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān reached under her skirt and moved her finger across her panties at her clit.

THE magnitude of her own orgasm shocked her.

SHE slumped to her hands and knees against my legs.

SHE swallowed my Hindu load in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth though the distraction of her own release prevented her from tasting anything at that moment.

SHE was shaking so badly, I had to help her to her feet.

“That was wonderful.” I said as I helped Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān to her feet.

“Mmmm…but I’ve got to get back to my husband.” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān caressed my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock as she replaced it into my pants.

She left me to zip up as she hurried away.

As she walked around the side of the building and into the back of the parking lot, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān saw Muħammad Ibrāhīm walking from their car back toward the front door.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān told me she had to hurry and quickly walked to the car and then toward the front door.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm had just turned from scanning the hall again and saw Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān walking toward him.

“Where have you been?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān asked first, making it seem that Muħammad Ibrāhīm had been the one missing.

She was smarter than her idiot Musalmān husband was.

Most of the Musalmān Beauties were so.

I knew very well.

It was nothing extra ordinary.

“Looking for you, where’ve you been?”

“Let’s just go,” said Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.

When she got in the car, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was horrified when she noticed some blades of grass clinging to her stocking clad knees.

She quickly closed her door to extinguish the light.

She was furiously brushing at her knees when Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned over and kissed her.

Before she could stop him, his tongue was searching her mouth.

Allah, thought Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, could Muħammad Ibrāhīm taste Durgesh.

She certainly still could.

Both Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were silent during the ride back to the hotel, each wondering why the other was so quiet but unwilling emerge from their own erotic thoughts and speak first.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s mind was alive with thoughts of his wife.

Certainly, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had been more flirtatious, at times even seductive, tonight than he’d ever seen her.

Neither Muħammad Ibrāhīm nor Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was prudes particularly.

They’d discussed things like swapping and affairs, but neither had the bravado move things beyond personal fantasies.

Tonight had seen Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān allow the Hindus to fondle her breasts and extra ordinary beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass while dancing.

She ground her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān pubis against them and, as even Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān acknowledged, caused them to get their Hindu erections.

Several times, he’d seen her kissing one particular intern deeply.

He didn’t know then it was I.

All this had caused Muħammad Ibrāhīm to become aroused.

Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, on the other hand, was musing about her own actions, the touching, the smell and tastes, the heft of my Uncut Hindu manhood in her hand.

Little flutters and flares ignited and pulsed through her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit as, head back and eyes closed in the car’s dark interior, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān experienced a series mentally generated, mini-climaxes, something she’d never done before.

Her breathing was so shallow as to be nonexistent as she mentally approached the pure excitement that had been my moment of fulfillment.

She re-lived my slow, perfectly timed piston movements as I took my Hindu pleasure from her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

My performance reminded Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān of how the Romans viewed oral sex.

It was the man who gave the woman fellatio, not the other way around.

Tonight, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān considered the blowjob my ever-unforgettable Hindu gift to her, not her gift to me.

Muħammad Ibrāhīm had noticed something else.

Though Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān undoubtedly thought she was being surreptitious about it, her attention kept wandering to the Hindu young man.

All the same, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān appeared to be most irritated when she watched as the Hindu fellow fondled other Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wives on the dance floor or in dark corners.

Just as they were set to leave, he’d seen them talking together, and then both were missing.

What had happened?

Muħammad Ibrāhīm suspected Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had gone somewhere with me and let me grope and kiss her.

He really wanted to find out what happened with me.

Chapter 4

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