I was surprised to see a female Musalmān Police woman smiling lewdly at what she had discovered.
I smiled and lowered the window.
“It seems like you have a problem there, sir, but that the young Musalmān lady is handling it – so to speak.”
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl smiled, undid my zip and allowed my Hindu monster to spring free.
“Officer, could you do me a favor?” I said smiling at her as she gawped at it. “Please go into that shop and hold everyone in there for an hour on a drugs investigation.”
I slipped £2,000 into her hand.
“May I ask why?” she said.
“My son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, is in there and I am going to fuck his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend,” I winked at her arrogantly.
“Please inform him, after an hour, that I paid “1,000 to get him released more quickly,” I said passing her another grand.
“I have your number plate, so I may look you up, I too need that big Uncut Hindu thing into me, instead of your bloody money. Your Uncut Hindu Lund is more famous, more needed, more popular and more obsessed to, among us Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies, than even yourself are. Take your bloody money back and promise me that big thing inside me. You would certainly find my services are more faithful and more dependable.” she said smiling down at my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Oh, don’t worry for that. Keep the money however as the bonus too. I look forward to it.”
The next thing Nādirshāh Durrānī knew the shop had been sealed off and all Nādirshāh Durrānī was told was that an investigation needed to be carried out.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl and I arrived back at the house.
We were still smiling and Al Saħar Al Iqbāl was still teasing me with her excellent Musalmān cleavage.
We went upstairs to my office where she peeled off her t-shirt to reveal her lacy bra which supported her massive firm bouncy Musalmān tits.
I released my Hindu monster and asked her to compare it with Nādirshāh Durrānī’s.
She grabbed it and pressed it between her deep Musalmān cleavage.
“I didn’t even notice when Nādirshāh Durrānī’s cut Musalmān nūnī was between these, but I think I have to be blind not to notice yours.”
she said in her posh sweet little girl’s voice.
My 12 inch Uncut Hindu Cock started driving between her Musalmān tits.
It was easily long enough to reach up into her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth and back into her throat.
This was what Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had wanted all evening and once again I had made it happen.
She looked so pretty sucking on me desperately whilst my hands squeezed and enjoyed her huge Musalmān tits.
I was building to a huge climax when someone suddenly opened the bedroom door.
My heart stopped for the third Time that night.
I turned and saw Al Zubaydah Al Imām standing there with her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth open, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl’s wife and my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī’s best friend.*
Al Zubaydah Al Imām was just 5 or so years younger than my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī.
They had returned and Al Zubaydah Al Imām had come upstairs to find her daughter whilst her friend sorted out the charity things downstairs.
This was Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s Ammī, Al Zubaydah Al Imām, who was looking at her daughter’s red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān lips around My huge Hindu weapon.
I had my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat and the shaft was wrapped in her huge melons. Al Zubaydah Al Imām just stood there for a few seconds before saying:
“Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife is downstairs. Lucky it was me who came upstairs first huh. Enjoying my daughter’s Musalmān tits, are you? Ever wondered where she inherited them from, big Uncut Hindu Lund?”
With that Al Zubaydah Al Imām bent forward and pressed her huge 40FF Musalmān tits together.
They didn’t normally sag at all but when Al Zubaydah Al Imām pressed her arms around and underneath her Musalmān tits the sight was even more amazing as her Cocktail dress she had worn to the charity do barely contained her amazing Musalmān boobs which were even bigger than her daughter’s.
She looked at Al Saħar Al Iqbāl:
“Are you enjoying His large Uncut Hindu Lund , well, should I say unbelievably large Uncut Hindu Cock, darling. More than Nādirshāh Durrānī’s, I would guess? What would Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl say, Durgesh?”
Al Zubaydah Al Imām just smiled at me, looking between my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock and my eyes. Al Zubaydah Al Imām added:
“My best friend, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, is downstairs and Allah knows where your son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, is. Your best friend, my husband, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl, thinks you are an honorable Hindu man, but you seem to be staring at his wife, Al Zubaydah Al Imām’s, huge Musalmān tits with your Uncut Hindu Lund down his daughter’s Musalmān throat.”
With my eyes fixed on Al Zubaydah Al Imām’s Musalmān tits I felt my Hindu balls spasm and my Uncut Hindu Lund increased in size impossibly.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had no ability to take this amount of cum as a night’s teasing was released down Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s throat.
I pushed in and filled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān mouth with my Hindu Vīrý abundantly.
I still had plenty left.
I smiled and beckoned Al Zubaydah Al Imām towards me.
As she slid my huge slick Uncut Hindu Cock between her enormous firm Musalmān tits she whispered,
“Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl would kill you, Durgesh, if he knew.”
“That’s right, Al Zubaydah Al Imām darling,” I winked at her lewdly, significantly and cunningly, “If he knew. Poor Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl. How can he know after all? Neither you are going to tell him, nor Al Saħar Al Iqbāl. And I am not stupid enough to tell him.”
Al Zubaydah Al Imām, Al Saħar Al Iqbāl and I, all the three of us smiled wickedly, cunningly and winking at each other.
I pressed my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Musalmān lips and to Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s amazement started to fuck her Ammī’s Musalmān tits and head.
I came endlessly down Al Zubaydah Al Imām’s throat and said arrogantly:
“You may have been married to Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl for over 20 years, but 20 seconds of my Uncut Hindu Cock are worth more than all those years with Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl. Remember,
‘Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash,”
My Uncut Hindu Cock was pressed down her Musalmān throat and was releasing my Hindu cum endlessly when I gave her an ultimatum:
“Al Zubaydah Al Imām, you have a 5 % share in the company Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl and I have invested in. He stands to make £10 million tomorrow if you vote with me on the share deal, if you cast your vote for me I will make the money. It has been a private competition but Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl thinks he has the edge because of your vote. Betray Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl or you will never enjoy this Hindu monster after tonight.”
“What makes you think I would vote for you?” Al Zubaydah Al Imām asked as my Uncut Hindu Cock finally left her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.
I flipped her over and drove my Uncut Hindu Cock inside of her.
She shuddered at the enormity of it as it filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, the way Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl’s cut Musalmān nūnī never would.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl giggled:
“I think that is the winning move by Durgesh, Ammī, – poor Abbū, he never had a chance. I don’t think he has his cut Musalmān nūnī anywhere around this ever greatest ever miraculous ever utmost wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund. It’s a lifetime offer for you from Durgesh the greatest lover of us Musalmān Beauties, of us extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
When Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl heard the result the next day he was livid.
He phoned Al Zubaydah Al Imām to ask what had happened.
Her vote should have secured me the deal and more importantly I would finally have got one over him.
“Al Zubaydah Al Imām, did you vote today?” he said urgently.
“Oh yes, Durgesh said to vote for him as it would help you. Oh!” she stifled a groan, “Do you want to speak to Durgesh? Hold on, he is just here… Oh fuck yes, ram your enormous Uncut Hindu Lund in me, you Hindu stud.”
Thankfully she had pressed mute before the final sentence.
I had screwed my business partner, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl, and now I was screwing his Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zubaydah Al Imām, again.
“I win again Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl,” I said as I blasted my Hindu cum into Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl’s wife and grabbed her huge Musalmān tits.
Al Zubaydah Al Imām took the phone and said to Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl:
“Don’t tell me Durgesh has screwed us, Allah, oh God,”
The ‘Allah, oh God’ related to me thrusting back inside her but Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl thought it was shock about the money.
“Out of a lot of money, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl? Don’t worry, I am sure I can convince Durgesh to give me half back.”
Al Zubaydah Al Imām hung up and pressed her Musalmān tits into My face.
Al Zubaydah Al Imām laughed as I kissed her huge nipples and mauled her massive firm Musalmān tits in both hands.
“Something tells me I am going to be competing with my daughter for this ever greatest Uncut Hindu Lund but I am always a winner too, Durgesh. Your wife is my best friend and she trusts me implicitly but I still can’t get enough of your Uncut Hindu Cock. Isn’t it a tragedy you must end immediately?”
I smiled, nodded and obliged her.
I had therefore turned up at the wedding wondering just what would happen.
As I sat at the table alone I stared at the table containing Al Saħar Al Iqbāl and her Ammī.
They were competing for how much cleavage they could show and I strummed my fingers along my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
Next thing I knew there was a hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock and as I turned, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was crossing her long legs and whispering in my ear:
“Let me do that for you.”
“Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī , your boyfriend and my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, and my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, are standing 10 yards away.”
“Lost your nerve eh. Well this is worth taking risks for,” she said unzipping me.
“And it is 3 days since you have had your hands on these legs,” she said.
She crossed her long legs and smiled into my eyes as she started giving me a hand job.
I caved in and started enjoying her firm tanned Musalmān thighs with my hand.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī slid under the table and took my Uncut Hindu Cock head in her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth just before Nādirshāh Durrānī walked over.
I couldn’t believe he got myself in these positions.
No one had seen Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī slip under the table and I now proceeded to force my Uncut Hindu Cock down her lips whilst Nādirshāh Durrānī moaned to his Sixty four years old yet immensely hyper sexual, immensely capable, Hindu father, Durgesh, about what a bitch Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was.
I wasn’t really listening and my eyes drifted past Nādirshāh Durrānī to Al Zubaydah Al Imām who was staring straight at me.
“Naughty Hindu man” she mouthed. “Cum now.”
I realized someone knew exactly where Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was and what she was doing.
Al Zubaydah Al Imām pressed her Musalmān tits together whilst she sat next to Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl and the sight of those Musalmān tits compared with Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s expert manipulation of my Hindu weapon meant that I had to fire.
I turned to Nādirshāh Durrānī as I started to explode and said with immense control and sophistication:
“I heard you and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī broke up and the office rumors are that she is seeing some stud. I’m sorry,”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī squeezed my balls and the volume of my Hindu cum increased down her Musalmān throat.
“I know she is very pretty, son, but I am sure you will find another Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend soon. I may have to bring Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī round for dinner as Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī and I are working very closely together right now,” I said as I finally started to pull my Uncut Hindu Lund from her lips.
I looked over at Al Zubaydah Al Imām who mouthed “me next” at me.
I nodded my agreement to Al Zubaydah Al Imām, stroked Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s hair under the table and smiled at my good Bhogyantrānk.
Well, I never missed my Stavans whatsoever, the hell, the circumstances were ever.
Nādirshāh Durrānī had been single for some Time after he had been ditched over the phone by Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, whilst Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī took Nādirshāh Durrānī’s Hindu father’s huge Uncut Hindu Cock up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot and she explained to Nādirshāh Durrānī that she had found a proper Hindu man.
Even then, Nādirshāh Durrānī refused to understand extremely imprudently my point of view.
His Ammī, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, ultimately lost her patience,
“Have you gone entirely crazy, Varchésh?”
“Nādirshāh Durrānī, Ammī, please,” Nādirshāh Durrānī protested.
“To hell with your bloody Nādirshāh Durrānī.” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī thundered at her son, “How many times I have told you Nādirshāh Durrānī was a looter, a dacoit. He wasn’t any ideal for any human being.”
“That’s a Hindu view, Ammī. Hindus never appreciated any Islamic Warriors. They called them Pseudo Musalmīn always.”
“Stop it.” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī was immensely furious at him, “you ever impotent, you are teaching me Jihād?”
“Someone has to do it, Ammī.” Nādirshāh Durrānī said gravely, “I can’t expect that from my ever sexiest, ever immoral, ever dirtiest Hindu father, Durgesh. Naturally, I have to remind you, therefore, you are a Musalmān doshīzah. We Musalmīn have a mission of existence.”
“Sure,” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī said immensely sarcastically, “to loot the non Musalmīn, to plunder them, to massacre them, as your ever ideal, Nādirshāh Durrānī, the looter, did.”
“Ammī, my Hindu father Durgesh has fucked your Īmān too.”
Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī could not bear it.
She slapped her son belligerently.
Nādirshāh Durrānī smiled.
“Sorry, Ammī, you always have this right. You can slap me anywhere anytime you think you should discipline me. I am your son. My Jannat-e-Firdaus is under your ever muqaddastarīn feet. But sorry, I can’t let my ever immoral Hindu father, Durgesh, fuck my Īmān too, as you always let him do it to your own Īmān.”
Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī smiled ironically.
“Your Hindu father, Durgesh, has never fucked my Īmān, you stupid. You are so filled with your ever irrational ever communal prejudices that you never listened to your parents. You hate your father because he is a Hindu, but he still loves you.”
“Oh, sure, by fucking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends one by one?”
“Why not? If they cheat you, your father has a moral duty to show you that they are cheaters. They don’t love you.”
“And he can do it, only by fucking them?”
“That’s the ultimate evidence that they don’t love you, isn’t it? If they can even fuck your Hindu father, instead of being loyal and faithful to you and to your immensely moral masculine Muslim love, what the hell else remains to show you that they are not suitable to be your wife?”*
There had been something of a difficult atmosphere at home recently, no arguments or anything.
I did not know what the problem was.
My Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib, seemed so quiet and stressed, not his usual chirpy self.
He had recently been ill with some heart problem.
He appeared to be okay now, yet still was on medication.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, also seemed affected.
She was putting on a happy face, trying to be cheerful and act as normal as possible.
It was normally such a happy home.
I loved them both and hated to see them in this sort of mood.
Ålī Abī Tālib was an ever faithful son to me, despite he was Nādirshāh Durrānī’s one of the closest friends, and his Māmūzād Cousin even.
Ålī Abī Tālib was not my real son, while Nādirshāh Durrānī was.
Only Ålī Abī Tālib’s Ammī, Fātimah Bint Asad, was my Live in relationship partner now,after she kicked her husband, Abī Tālib, out of her house.
“You? You are suspecting that I’m having a clandestine affair with Durgesh?”
Abī Tālib looked at her gravely.
“Fātimah Bint Asad, I can appreciate your intelligent move to replace me with Durgesh in your sex life, but at least you should have been bold enough not to keep it clandestine.”
Fātimah Bint Asad was dumbfounded.
She could not believe Abī Tālib was accusing her of infidelity with Durgesh.
“Abī Tālib,” Fātimah Bint Asad controlled herself beyond every nerve she could muster, “I don’t know how should I reply you legally. But as it happens this is my residence. Leave my residence immediately. I can’t bear you here any more.”
Abī Tālib was startled himself.
“Fātimah Bint Asad, I mean…”
Fātimah Bint Asad lost her temper.
She just started kicking Abī Tālib with her feet alternately one by one.
“Leave my residence immediately, damn you. Haven’t you listened to what I said? Get out. At once.”
Every effort of Abī Tālib, to reconciliation, went worthless.
Fātimah Bint Asad didn’t want to listen to even a single word from Abī Tālib.
Abī Tālib had to leave the residence without any delay.
He felt himself humiliated beyond forgiveness.
Fātimah Bint Asad kept kicking him with her feet until he literally was not out of her residence.*
They lived in Ved Nagar where everybody important knew everybody else important similarly.
I got home at around eleven thirty and was surprised to see my Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib, in the living room on his own drinking, which was quite unusual.
He was not a big drinker, although he did have an occasional tipple and always with Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
However, this time she had gone to bed, he had had a couple, although he was far from drunk and was quite lucid.
“Hi Ålī Abī Tālib, you okay?” I asked him.
“Oh hi Dad, I’m fine thanks, grab a juice from the fridge and join me, please.”
Well that was unusual, although I did have and a juice with him sometimes, it was not usual at this time of night.
I sat on the sofa opposite Ålī Abī Tālib and took a sip of my juice.
He was quiet for a couple of seconds, I waited for him to speak, and he was fidgeting with his glass and obviously had something on his mind.
“Dad, I am sure you have noticed a little tension just recently, I apologise you for that.”
“No worries, Ålī Abī Tālib” I answered interrupting him.
He smiled at me weakly,
“You’re a good Dad, Durgesh Pāpājī, but there are worries, you are sixty four now yet the only man here to hear what I have got to tell you,”
He took another sip of his whisky, took a deep breath and continued.
“Since my illness there are certain things I cannot do any more,”
“Ålī Abī Tālib, I will do all I can, to help you, you know that, you opted to live with me instead of your real Abbū, Abī Tālib. I’d promised you that you would never have to regret for this decision.” I said interrupting him.
“Pāpājī, I’m grateful for that. Abbū disowned even me. He suspected I was an illicit son of my Ammī, Fātimah Bint Asad, and you.”
“Forget that, Ålī Abī Tālib, it doesn’t make any difference. I said you are my son, because Fātimah Bint Asad is your Ammī.”
“I’m sorry that my sisters raped you. They refused to accept you their father.”
“Well, that is already a history now, Ålī Abī Tālib.” I smiled, “That can’t be reversed anyhow. Your sisters are my Live in relationship partners now, yes, but you are still my son. Don’t worry. Want me do something for you?”
“Sure, and thanks a lot. That’s kind of what I was hoping,” he chuckled, “but please hear me out this is going to be very hard for me.”
Ålī Abī Tālib looked into his glass and was obviously searching for the right words.
“I have not been able to get an erection for quite some time now,” he blurted out. “I am not sure if the medication is affecting me or that my illness has had an adverse and unexpected side effect.”
I was pleased that he found me man enough to talk to, but I felt awkward at what I had been told and looked at Ålī Abī Tālib gravely.
“Your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, has been very understanding and has very loving and patient,” he pointed out. “But I know she misses sex badly.”
Ålī Abī Tālib was now blushing and was finding this confession to even me, a very very hard work for him.”
I thought about what he had said and tried to reassure him, but I was also surprised at his confession and what he had said about Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
“I am sure it will all come good. Just be patient and try not to worry.” I said trying to reassure him.
He waved his hand in a gesture of defeat,
“The doctor said that he was not sure about my recovery and that it probably never will recover at all.”
He looked thoughtfully into his glass again as if hoping to find an answer to his problem there.
“I know that a Father in Law should not hear things like this about his Daughter in Law, but life and people go on the same, even after they have had children.”
He paused and looked at me, “Your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, is a very sexual person she really loves making love, she will do it at the drop of a hat, or should that be trousers,” he chuckled.
“She would never refuse me at all, she really likes sex, more than that she adores it and although I try to satisfy her in other ways it is not the same for her, I have even brought her a dildo. I know she misses the feel of,”
He looked away for a second.
This was becoming very difficult for him.
Ålī Abī Tālib was a proud Muslim and this admission to me was hurting him very much.
Yet Ålī Abī Tālib hadn’t another option.
“I know she misses the feel of a stiff penis,” Ålī Abī Tālib said, “Allah! Oh fuck, let’s say it as it is after all we are both grown men, she misses a good hard cock.” Ålī Abī Tālib stressed.
I was shocked into silence as Ålī Abī Tālib described Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s personal habits and thoughts of her getting fucked came into my mind.
I tried to ignore them.
I had always acknowledged that she is a good-looking woman for twenty eight, very slim with a nice figure, but I have never looked on her in any way sexual before.
“I am sorry for her, Ålī Abī Tālib,” I replied sincerely.
“I know Dad,” Ålī Abī Tālib answered softly, “this must be difficult for you, but we have always been mates and you are the only sensible one and logically the only person that can really help.”
I lifted my eyebrows in surprise.
I had no idea at all what I could do to help them in this situation.
“Do you find your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, attractive, or is she repulsive to you?” he asked.
I was taken aback by the suddenness of the question.
“That’s a strange question to ask,” I paused and considered my words, “she is a very pretty lady, and she has a nice looking female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body,”
I answered gravely at speaking about her in those terms.
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled at me.
“Yes she is, isn’t she? And she could pull any man in this Ved Nagar if she wanted to.”
I nodded agreement, my eyes looked elsewhere, not looking at him.
“I want you to know that I love her dearly and she loves me, it’s for that reason that I am talking to you now.” Ålī Abī Tālib explained quietly.
“I want your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, to get what she has been missing, she needs to be satisfied.”
I jerked my head up and looked at him with surprise,
“You want Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, to take a lover, is that what you are telling me?” my voice sounded sharp and angry.
“Well sort of, but please hear me out before you form any rash opinions of me.” He said.
“If she is to do that, it would soon get about and I would hate that, for her to get a bad reputation and sully the family’s good name.”
He shifted to the edge of his seat,
“It has to be someone who is totally discreet, a person that loves her and can give her the affection she seeks.”
He shifted his eyes back to his empty glass and poured himself another small shot.
I took a slug of my juice.
“Let me tell you a secret, your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, has always had a fantasy, and that is to be sexually dominated by a man, perhaps even more than it may be a real desire. She would want to be his sort of slave to be at his beck and call and do his bidding.”
I sat open mouthed as Ålī Abī Tālib continued to talk about Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, like this.
“I was never able to totally fulfil that for her in that way, so it has to be someone that can be like that for her, someone who can grow into the role, but to do it with the love he feels for her.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ålī Abī Tālib, where do you hope to find some one like that?” I asked him with a touch of anger still in my voice.
He sat back in his chair,
“There is only one person that has all those qualities,” he answered looking me in the eye, “There is only one person who can help me and more importantly help your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad,” he answered in a whisper.
Then a little louder with confidence in his voice,
“That person is you, Pāpājī .”*
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