The Audacity: 19

The Audacity

Durgesh

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Chapter 19

Durgesh Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar
Durgesh Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad
Ålī Abī Tālib

I had enjoyed fucking all of my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s pretty young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends but I was beginning to think my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, had given up with girls.
What I didn’t realize was that Nādirshāh Durrānī was seeing the gorgeous Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, although he was not getting any sex.

I sat in the office and contemplated calling Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī as my Uncut Hindu Lund was stretching down my trouser leg.
I needed some action.

My secretary then called through to inform me that Al Waħīd Al Muħammad had arrived and insisted he had to have an urgent meeting with me.
I knew what this was about.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad had invested £5 million in a company which had recently failed.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad had invested all his savings in the company as well.
I had found out about the failure a week before it happened, because I was screwing the civil servant who was in the know.
I sold my investment for a profit whilst watching Al Waħīd Al Muħammad lose everything.

Al Waħīd Al Muħammad stormed through the door.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad was a huge fat Pseudo Musalmīn in his thirties with a red face which looked like it was about to burst:

“I am going to have you arrested for insider dealing, I have just found out that you discovered from that civil servant what was going to happen and that is why you sold your shares. You’re finished!” he shouted.

Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, then walked in behind her fat Musalmān husband.
She was a Musalmān red head who stood around 5 foot 10 tall and wore a short skirt showing her stocking clad long legs and a low cut top showing her oversized Musalmān tits to their maximum effect.

I smiled at her.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad continued his shouting:

“If you don’t pay me £1 million today I will finish you.”

I sat quietly and considered my options.
I was in problem because I had clearly been benefiting myself from inside information but I could easily afford the £1 million.
Yet, that would mean this fat man had beaten me and I couldn’t accept that.
I decided to go on the offensive:

“How does a fat man like you get an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife like that?” I asked calmly.

Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, blushed but her husband was outraged and his face went a deeper shade of red.

I continued:

“If you leave now, I won’t tell your wife ‘never to have sex with you again’, now get out!”

“Who do you think you are?” screamed Al Waħīd Al Muħammad.

I decided to take a huge risk.
I silently unzipped my trousers and let the top of my Uncut Hindu Cock spring above the level of the desk.
There was silence in the room as both the Al Waħīds stared in incredulity as my huge Uncut Hindu Cock head appeared above the desk.

“Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, how big is your husband’s cut Musalmān nūnī ?” I asked.

“Um, er, I don’t know. Five or 6 inches long I guess,” she replied.

“About this big then?” said I, allowing 6 inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock to appear above the desk.

“Nowhere near that size, not that thick but that long,” she said quietly, her eyes transfixed on my ever incredible Uncut Hindu Cock.

“It won’t be this big then,” I said pressing another 3 inches above the level of the desk.

I turned to Al Waħīd Al Muħammad and said,
“You dare to threaten me. I will take everything you value.”
As I said it, another three inches of my thick Uncut Hindu Cock appeared above the desk and Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, mouthed:

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my God, it’s huge.”

“That’s right, Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad.” I smiled.

She smiled too at me.

“Well, Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, suck on this in front on your ever incompetent Musalmān husband, please,” I said allowing the full to come into view.

“Don’t you dare Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, and you are a freak and a pervert,” said Al Waħīd Al Muħammad sinking into the nearest chair and looking terrible.

Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, hesitated.
I started wanking my Uncut Hindu Lund in my hand, staring at her Musalmān tits:

“He is right of course, but please Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, it is him or Durgesh. You can’t have both. Just look at the fat shit.”

She moved forward quickly, grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund with both hands and started licking it.

I smiled and steered my Uncut Hindu Cock into her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.
I grabbed the back of her head and thrust my huge Hindu weapon down her Musalmān throat.
I looked across at Al Waħīd Al Muħammad who seemed to be having trouble breathing.
I fucked her head remorselessly and groped her huge firm Musalmān tits.
I looked at Al Waħīd Al Muħammad and said:

“You made a mistake today. I win your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, fat Musalmān boy.”

With that, I pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth and grabbing her huge Musalmān tits I slid it through her deep Musalmān cleavage.
My Uncut Hindu Cock flared and grew even thicker.
I felt my balls tighten and I blasted my Hindu cum into her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.
Shots of my Hindu cum flew into her Musalmān mouth and onto the floor yards away but after 20 seconds her mouth was filled with my Hindu cum.
I fucked her Musalmān tits and as I grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock I slowed the flow of cum.
It came out as a thick steady river of viscous cum rather the initial blasts.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was sliding slickly through a couple of inches in the Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad’s huge Musalmān tits.

“Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, I am going to fuck your wife now,” said I.

“No please, I have a pain in my side, help,” he responded clutching his heart.

“I will leave it up to your wife. Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, do you want me to fuck you or do you want to help your fat ever incompetent Musalmān husband.”

“Oh Durgesh, fuck me with it, it’s fantastic. I need it. I married Al Waħīd Al Muħammad for his money, but he has lost even it, all.”

“You Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bitch!” Al Waħīd Al Muħammad said quietly as he slumped forward.

My hands reached above her stockings to her firm creamy Musalmān thighs and firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.
My Uncut Hindu Cock which still had plenty of cum to offer pressed past her thong and she grunted as I hit my mark.
Within seconds, my 12 inches were ploughing into her and my Uncut Hindu Cock continued to cum.
A minute later we looked across and saw the fat Musalmān man, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, slumped on the floor.

“You are a bad man, Durgesh. Please fuck me again and then we better call an ambulance. I think he is dead already. So there is no way I am ever missing out on another fuck from your Hindu monster. I have it all planned out already, sorry. You haven’t done anything you think you did. I used you for my own benefits. Allah, don’t think we extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies can’t use you. We invariably do. I get the insurance money and your Uncut Hindu Cock – I knew it was a good decision to get these Musalmān tits done and to marry a rich fat idiot Musalmān with a serious heart condition.”

She laughed and lowered herself back onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.*

Despite my immense surprise, I looked at Ålī Abī Tālib gravely and sophisticatedly.
It was not easy for me, yet I had to do it.
I was the Sun of the family after all:

Satyénottabhitā bhūmih sūryéñottabhitā dyauh,
R’ténādityāstishŧhanti divi somo adhi shritah
.

By truth, the Earth is balanced. By Sun, the celestial system is balanced optimum. By Eternal Truth Ādityās stand. In the celestial system, Som is set rightfully.
̶ Ved: Atharv Ved: 14|1|1

I had to burn myself infinitely to protect my family.
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam himself had to do it.
He had to marry his so called Bahū Bégam, Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh, who was married earlier to his adopted son, Zayd Ibn Ħārisah.
I had to follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam in this matter too, once again.
There wasn’t another option.

Ålī Abī Tālib was sitting impassively in his chair, watching me.
I was grave; perhaps with a touch of impasse, but certainly in surprise and shock.
Did my Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib, just ask me to take 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, as my lover, I asked myself.
I paced around the room trying to get my head around this weird conversation it was incredulous more like a dream than reality.

“I could not do that Ålī Abī Tālib, you know I can’t. she is my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, for Eīshān, it’s immoral as well. It would be incest.” I stressed. “Anyhow Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, might baulk at the idea of her Hindu father in law fucking her.” I ranted on not knowing what to say.

She was a gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman, no doubt about that, I thought, but I had never entertained thoughts like that before.

“Sit down, Dad,” Ålī Abī Tālib requested me gravely himself.

I sat back down and looked at him.
“Before you judge me hear me out. I know that you love her already and that she trusts and loves you as well; it’s just because of your love of the family.” Ålī Abī Tālib said.
I was listening to him silently.
My silent response to Ålī Abī Tālib was still hostile.
He continued pleading with me,

“I know that you would certainly be discreet and I know your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, will love it once she has considered it and weighed all the options, being cared for and loved by a man who she knows already loves her. She would see the romance in her ever handsome ever young ever energetic ever athletic ever sexiest Hindu father in law coming to her in her time of crisis.”
I still watched Ålī Abī Tālib gravely without any response whatsoever.

Ålī Abī Tālib was too silent for a second now, then he said quietly.
“Especially once you have made her yours and taken control of her and her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.”

I was amazed and could not believe we were having this conversation.
Ålī Abī Tālib went on to say.

“She would still be my wife and I know we would still love each other, only in a different way. I would accept that she would be your woman and if you treat her the way I have suggested, she will never refuse you. As you can see she has a great incredibly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body but so have you, and I know your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, better. Don’t I? She is my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, after all.”

“You have the ever youthful ever incredible Hindu energy to please her and the personality to take charge of her; it is the perfect solution. We would, sort of share her, with you being the major shareholder, believe me you will make me very happy and I promise you that she will be extremely happy as well.”

Ålī Abī Tālib looked at me seriously,
“It may even save the marriage. I do not think she would leave me, but you never know what she might do as she grows more desperate.”

With a tinge of sadness in his voice Ålī Abī Tālib said,
“It has been about many months since we had proper sex and she is already getting nervy and irritable. Please, Dad, just think about it.”

Ålī Abī Tālib asked it in his pleading voice.
“If you do this for us, it would always need to be our secret, it would always stay within these walls, nobody would ever need to find out.”

“What or where would you be in all of this?” I asked pointedly, ultimately breaking my silence finally.

“I would be a part of a truly loving family, more loving than most in fact. I would be just as I am now only happier, knowing that Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad is happily fulfilled and that my ‘father’ is taking care of her.” Ålī Abī Tālib answered seriously.

I was starting to settle down now and was thinking straight again.

“Ålī Abī Tālib, this is very important. Tell me how would you feel about me fucking my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, your wife? Are you sure that you could cope with that?”

Then with concern in my voice I said. “You could get very jealous. It will be a very emotional time for you both, I do not want to cause any pain to either of you.”

Ålī Abī Tālib looked seriously at me and replied.

“Thank you for showing the concern. Of course, I would be mad with envy and jealousy, if it was anybody else but you. I think and I hope that I have considered all the problems and possible scenarios.”

“You are the only man I could ever trust to treat her right, believe me, Dad, when I say that your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, needs you, believe me, please. She is as hypr sexual as you are. I am not her perfect match. Only you are her perfect match, Dad. Please, try to understand my problem. Only you can help us now to save our marriage, no one else. Even Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married his Bahū Bégam, Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh. Didn’t he?”

Ålī Abī Tālib looked at me.
His eyes seemed to be trying to read my mind for an answer.

“Once you have taken her, and dominated her, you may at times need to tell me to do things, sort of order me about and speak to me in ways that you would not dream of now, this would impress upon her that you are now in control and that she is now your woman, not mine any more.”

“It will be necessary at times and I know I will be her and your cuckold.”
Ålī Abī Tālib paused for a moment.
“I know you hate cuckolding even the worst Musalmān terrorists. But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is compelling you to cuckold them under her utmost humane Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”
“Ålī Abī Tālib,”
“Dad, there isn’t another option, try to understand me, please!”
Ålī Abī Tālib paused for a moment again then again continued.
“I also know neither of you will be cruel to me ever. I will not be offended or hurt, I promise, I just want her happiness. I do not want to lose her, but I am happy to surrender her and all my rights to you, in order to make her happy.”

He paused and appeared deep in thought.
“I have given this lots and lots of thought, Dad, and it is what I would really like, it would solve our dilemma nicely.” He whispered.

I was sitting back in the chair still recovering from the shock and thinking about what Ålī Abī Tālib had asked me to do.
The more I thought about it the more I could see Ålī Abī Tālib’s point of view.
We, the family including 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 suspect certainly didn’t want her to get a bad name, but if she is as sex obsessed as Ålī Abī Tālib has suggested, the poor woman needs someone to cater for her utmost necessary sexual needs, I could see what he was saying and could understand where he thought there may be a problem.

However her being my Bahū Bégam, 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, still gave me serious doubts about me being able to fuck her to her ultimate satisfaction and the success of Ålī Abī Tālibs idea may then be in the balance.
But I could also see why he thinks it would solve his problem and 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 problem, I guess.

“Have you spoken about this with Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife?” I asked gravely, ultimately.

He shook his head,
“No, I wanted to approach you first and see what you think, I didn’t want to raise her hopes.”
He leaned forward in his chair.

“You do see my problem and I hope understand my thinking. It will still be in the family, her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and her desires will be yours, solely yours for your pleasure and more importantly hers.” Then he said sadly, “I would still like the occasional intimate moments with her though.

“Look, Ålī Abī Tālib, can’t you try another doctor or some alternative therapy, there must be another way.” I urged.

He smiled weakly at me,
“I knew you are an utmost excellent Dad and would do all you could to try to talk me out of it. The truth is however that I have had a second opinion and tried alternative medicine, but things were just the same.”

“Believe me,” he stressed, “I tried everything I could before taking this course of action. You may be a last resort for me, Dad, but you are the best option by far. I love and trust you. I would not have asked you to do this for us if I thought otherwise.”

I was feeling sorry for Ålī Abī Tālib.
I knew that this was extremely hard for him; it would be for any man.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ålī Abī Tālib, I don’t know what to say, it’s a bit of a shock, but we must consider Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad too, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s feelings first and foremost. We can’t just dole out her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and emotions like this, she may be totally disgusted at the thought of me,” I paused with gravity, dignity and sophisticated concern, “well, you know,” I said.

Ålī Abī Tālib chuckled at my concern.
“You are right, Dad, but I know her well, eventually she will see you as the answer to a prayer, her Hindu father in law who loves her and would be the epitome of discretion she could let herself go with confidence.”

Ålī Abī Tālib grinned,
“She may, well, come around to the idea given time and temptation, you know the sort of thing letting her accidentally on purpose see you naked, letting her see you with a hard on. Even maybe let her see you fucking our Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Mumānīs, Chachīsetcetera, at a time that you know she will catch you, just tease her in any way you can.”

Ålī Abī Tālib went on enthusiastically,
“Dad. you can even get a little more touchy and feely with her, sort of put yourself in the shop window, and then when she has seen you enough like that I am sure she will start getting hotter for you.”

“We can then, or I can if you prefer tell her of my plans for her happiness.”

I started to think of my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, in ways I never had before and in truth should not even now.
However, I had often enough ogled beautiful Musalmān houseladies of her age and on the odd time even tried to chat them up and in truth; my Bahū Bégam, 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, was better looking than most of those beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

“I am still not sure Ålī Abī Tālib, I would be pleased to help, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, is gorgeous and I would normally take an offer like this with open arms, but, well you know, it’s Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.” I tried to explain.

“I do understand your problem, Dad, honest I do,” Ålī Abī Tālib replied. “But that makes it all so perfect, she loves you already, just not on that physical level yet, but she will, I assure you.” He promised.

“Dad,” he went on quietly, “Often I let your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, go up to bed before me so that she can satisfy herself, I think she gets a little shy about it and does not want me to know that she masturbates so often, I think she feels it would be bad for my ego and do me even more harm.”

He nodded towards the bedroom upstairs,
“I left the door slightly open tonight, go upstairs very quietly, and look through the gap, the dressing table mirror will give you a bird’s eye view of the bed. Go and see what I mean about her needs, just see how beautiful she is naked, check her out, Dad, but Lillāh, for Gods sake, don’t let her hear you.”

I could not believe that Ålī Abī Tālib was inviting me to spy on my Bahū Bégam, 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, as she used a dildo on herself.
It was a totally weird conversation.

“Go on, Dad, go and see what I mean.” Ålī Abī Tālib encouraged me.

I stood slowly up, nodded at him kicked my shoes off and walked very silently upstairs.*

Ålī Abī Tālib had sold his wife to me now to such an extent successfully that now even I could not resist the opportunity any longer to see her like that.
I made my way to the bedroom door, which as Ålī Abī Tālib had said was open a few inches.
I peered cautiously into the room and there reflected in the mirror was my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, knees raised and spread wide.

She was furiously fucking herself with a large dildo.
It was moving easily in and out of her ever religious ever sophisticated immensely educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her eyes were clamped shut and she was pushing up on her feet raising herself up to meet its thrusts.
She was moaning quietly.
Her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body looked fabulous with the light film of perspiration making it shine in the light.
she had a utmost perfect figure, and her twenty eight years old,young Musalmān tits were not over large, just beautiful.

My ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened quickly as I watched her and for the first time I was having sexual thought of my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law.
I stayed and watched for a while as she unknowingly displayed her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body for me.
I walked quietly downstairs and back to the living room.
Ålī Abī Tālib was all smiles,

“Well, Dad, thank you very much. I can see that you saw her and that you liked it,” he said with a grin nodding towards my tenting trousers.

I was immensely grave now.
“Oh sorry, Ålī Abī Tālib” I smiled gravely sophisticatedly.

“Dad, you never need to apologise. It’s your duty to us being our family head, to solve our problems in the ever best way you can do it. You are only obliging us by attending your duty even if it is unpleasant to you.” Ålī Abī Tālib smiled, “It’s what I was hoping would happen. It means you find her attractive in ways you never did before, and that this plan has a chance of working.”

Then with some shyness he said,
“It looks like you have a reasonable package there, may I ask you how big you are?”

Now it was my turn to be cautious.
I coughed,

“About seven and a half or eight inches,” I replied quietly,

Ålī Abī Tālib grinned,
“Believe me, Dad, she will love it that’s such a good size, about an inch or so more than me.”

He opened a drawer in the cabinet and pulled out an envelope.

“Well, what do you think, are you up for it?”

He looked at the package in his hands and was thoughtful,

“I don’t want to sound pushy or disrespectful to your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, but this really is important to me, and it will be to your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, when she is yours.”

I nodded at him and toasted him with my juice.

“You must be the most loving and caring husband there is, to think of her needs above your own, to put your pride to one side like you have and ask me to do this for you must have taken a lot of courage. Now I know why I love and respect you.”
I whispered it, however, not being used to giving such compliments to my Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib.

We hugged and shook hands.
It was an emotional moment.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, the extent Ålī Abī Tālib trusted me!
There was only one potentiality.
Most of my Musalmān friends had sacrificed similarly for their beautiful yet sex obsessed Musalmān wives.
They were grateful to their immensely loving Musalmān husbands primarily, but gradually they started even disgracing and hating them, even in public.
They lost their respect even for their immensely loving Musalmān husbands.
They cuckolded them gradually ultimately even disgracing them to the extent to use them as our foot rest, our pedestals.
They even compelled their sacrificing Musalmān husbands to lick clean their Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses too, after I fucked them.
They had absolutely forgotten that it were their Musalmān husbands who pleaded with me to fuck them.
They were proud of their immense Musalmān beauty, gradually ultimately that won me for them forever.
They hated their Musalmān husbands’ importance to satisfy them sexually, whatsoever the hell the circumstances were.
What was the guarantee there, Ålī Abī Tālib would never get the same treatment from his ever hyper sexual Musalmān wife, my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad?
I sighed.
Ålī Abī Tālib was playing a dangerous game, potentially immensely detrimental to him, and he was not listening to my ever honest ever sincere warnings to him.

Chapter 20
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam