“You asked me why I requested to you to keep me with you nonstop for as long as two years.”
“Sure, why did you?”
“Keep fucking me.”
“Don’t worry. I would.”
“Thank you. I think the time has come now to tell you everything.”
“I didn’t know there was anything to tell me too.”
“I don’t want to go on witness stand.”
“Oh, fugitive from justice?”
“Nonsense. I don’t want to be a witness against my own best friend.”
“She is your client too.”
“Keep on fucking me. Don’t stop.”
“I’d fuck you till infinity. Okay? Now—”
Jahān Ārā Rashīd interrupted me,
“Who is your best friend?”
“Your client Mumtāz Maħal Kħurram.”
I digested the information.
I didn’t divulge on Jahān Ārā Rashīd my reaction.
It was the question of Mumtāz Maħal Kħurram’s life and death.
Now, I was thinking whether it was preplanned.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd was meeting my thrusts from my underside.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd was too happy to say anything more.***
I had stopped my Mercedes a block from Benazir Apartments.
It was Islamabad.
I reconnoitered, surveyed, carefully.
They always let it go to our Uncut Hindu Lund.
I walked the block to the apartment house and looked at the directory for the name of Mumtāz Maħal Kħurram.
I pressed the button opposite her name.
A dazzling Pakistani Musalmān Beauty came walking briskly, energetically, down the street from the opposite direction, turned into the apartment house, and fished in her pocket for a latchkey.
The electric door release buzzed.
The dazzling Pakistani Musalmān Beauty was looking for her latchkey.
She pushed against the door and went on in.
I followed her.
It was my destiny, my infinite Bhogchakr.
Dazzling Musalmān Beauties were everywhere around me no matter wherever I went to.
Moreover, sooner or later they always offered themselves to me to fuck them.
My Uncut Hindu Lund couldn’t stay out of a Musalmān Cunt.
It had to be into some Musalmān Cunt no matter wherever I was.
My infinite Bhogyantrānk was its assurance.
None could override it ever.
I passed the dazzling Pakistani Musalmān Beauty in the corridor, walked to the elevator, and went to the 114th floor.
I found 11425 near the end of the corridor.
Gently I tapped on the panels of the door.
She was dressed in lounging pajamas.
She carried herself firmly erect.
Her brownish hair had highlights.
She surveyed me in frank appraisal.
In her manner, there was neither nervousness nor fear.
She seemed quite capable of taking care of herself in any emergency.
“I don’t know you.” She said to me somewhat curtly.
“How unfortunate of me.” I smiled.
“They say every Musalmān Beauty dreams of me.”
“That’s right. I agree with you. But the stupids don’t understand.”
“What do you want?”
“You. Only you.”
“I see. Are you a Romeo?”
“If you are Juliet.”
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Come in, you smart talker.” She looked me over from head to foot, and then stood to one side.
I entered the apartment.
She closed the door and indicated a chair.
Nevertheless, instead of seating herself on another chair, she opted to stand with her back to the door.
Her hands were still on the knob of the door.
“All right,” she asked, “what is it?”
I couldn’t decide she really didn’t know me, or only acting.
“They call me Durgesh. Does it mean anything to you?” I smiled.
“Not a thing. If this is a mash, save your breath. I don’t go out with strangers.”
I watched her ingeniously,
“I’m investigating something.”
“I’ve reason to believe that if you are Mumtāz Maħal Kħurram, you have some information to share with me.”
“I’ve nothing to share with any stranger.”
“About ‘Sea eagle’.” I told her significantly.
“What about it?”
“When did you see it last?”
“What’s your angle?”
“I’m representing someone.”
“I’m not authorized to tell you that.”
“I see. A lawyer?”
She watched me scrutinizing carefully,
“Representing a millionaire?”
“Maybe and maybe not.” I smiled wickedly.
She also smiled now.
“What’s in it for me?”
“What do you want?”
“Something out of the million you are representing, naturally, stupid.”
“I’m a barrister.”
“There isn’t any problem in my hearing. I heard you very well when you said it.”
“I mean I can’t bribe my witnesses.”
“I’m not asking you to bribe me. I’m asking you to pay for the information I have beneficial to your client.”
“Do you know who my client is?”
“Well, I’m twenty eight. I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“What do you mean?”
“Pay for the information or go to hell.”
“I can subpoena you.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“You’d have to tell everything you know in the court.”
“Sure. I would. But how would it help you?” she smiled deviously.
“What do you want?”
“What can you offer?”
Then she left the door and sat down across from me.
“If you are not Mumtāz Maħal Kħurram I’ve nothing to waste your time anymore.”
She smiled at me.
“You don’t know Mumtāz Maħal Kħurram?”
“Then how would you ascertain I’m Mumtāz Maħal Kħurram or not?”
“Why would you lie to me?”
“That’s a very good question.” She smiled teasingly, “I like it.”
“Sālī!” I murmured to myself.
“You said something to me, Mr. Barrister?”
She kept smiling,
“There isn’t any problem in my hearing. I heard you very well when you said it. I repeat.”
“That’s what you say.”
“What do you mean?”
“How can you ascertain I’m not lying to you if I say I’m Mumtāz Maħal Kħurram?”
“You should. And similarly how can I ascertain you are really a Barrister?”
“I think you have plenty of time to waste with me in arguing.”
“Afraid of arguing with a young lady?”
“I haven’t enough time you have.”
“I sympathize with you.”
She crossed her legs.
Then she hugged one knee with the interlaced fingers of beautiful yet capable hands,
“You think I’d rap you?”
“If you are not impotent why isn’t it possible?”
Suddenly, to my utmost surprise, the door to inside opened and Kħadījah Al Tayyabah entered there.***
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah sat at the kitchen table, head buried in trembling hands and tears streaming from her eyes, shoulders heaving as sobs poured from the very heart of her soul.
After 18 years, thousands of arguments and some violent beatings, her marriage to Muħammad Åbdullah was over, he’d taken-off with a younger woman leaving Kħadījah Al Tayyabah and their daughter Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, to fend for themselves.
It wasn’t the fact that Muħammad Åbdullah had gone with another younger Musalmān woman.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah didn’t care.
She’d been out of love with him for the last few years.
It was the loneliness that descended on her once he had gone.
No matter how worthless Muħammad Åbdullah had been, at least he’d been some company during the lonely nights on the isolated smallholding some miles north of Adelaide.
Reaching for the box of Kleenex, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah dabbed her eyes and fought to bring her emotions under control.
It was time to take charge of her life and decisions had to be made not only for her, but for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah as well.
For nearly two hours, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah brainstormed with herself and when the answer to her problem became clear in her head, she marvelled how simple the answer had been.
She looked anxiously out of the window to assess the level of the sun and judged that in a couple of hours she would be able to set the plan in motion.
In Australia, there was no such thing as twilight, there was no lingering of light after the sun has sank below the horizon.
It was either light or dark.
For that reason, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah knew she would be wasting her time to ring Durgesh before sundown.
I would only return to the homestead the moment the last traces of the sun dipped below the horizon.
I was hanging up my stock whip and hat when I heard the phone coming from the station office.
Frowning to myself I made my way through the rambling homestead and picked up the phone,
“Durgesh, it is I. How are you?”
“Kħadījah Al Tayyabah? Is that you? Eīshān, it is nice to hear your voice. I was only thinking of you and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah earlier. How are you both?”
“Fine, now thank you Durgesh, now that I’m talking to you. Durgesh?… Muħammad Åbdullah’s left us and if it was alright, I’d like to come home,” Kħadījah Al Tayyabah asked in a little girl’s voice.
“Oh Kħadījah Al Tayyabah, of course you can come home. You know there is always a place here for you and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. You didn’t even have to ask that question, darling.”
“Thank you Durgesh. I’ll put the smallholding on the market and we’ll leave on Saturday. Is there anything you want me to bring from the city?”
“No Kħadījah Al Tayyabah, once you and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah are here I’ll have everything I want. I’ll get the rooms ready for you, dear; Islam Kamāl Hāshmī and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah can help me with that. The track gets pretty rough from the main road between Wombat and Dead horse Creeks so be careful when you hit that section. If you’re not here by sundown I’ll come looking for you.”
“Ok Durgesh we’ll be careful. See you on Saturday, I love you Durgesh.”
“I love you as well, darling. Better let Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pack up plenty of books there was not much for her up here.” I said. “Bye sweetheart.”
A big smile spread across my face.
Islam Kamāl Hāshmī’s daughter and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah’s daughter in law, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah, was coming home after being married to the most useless sod on the planet.
I was always against this marriage,
“Even his own Ammī, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah, is not living with him.” I smiled fucking Islam Kamāl Hāshmī’s daughter and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah both together.
One penetration was into Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and the other penetration was into Islam Kamāl Hāshmī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Both were entirely nude in front of me.
Both were on their knees.
I was fucking both of them from their gorgeous nude behind.
Even at their sixties, they both were marvellously young.
“Your ever increasing Hindu masculine love for both of us childhood friends is keeping both of us young as you yourself are.” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah used to say.
Islam Kamāl Hāshmī laughed,
“Durgesh,” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her still ravenous, still consummately young Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot, contracting her vaginal muscles firmly, “your Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Beauty is teasing you. She is praising Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”
“She is crazy.” I announced my verdict.***
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would bring life back to the lonely homestead that was built on an isolated station.
A station so big that it equalled and bettered some smaller countries in area size and all run by me, six very experienced aboriginal extraordinary American Musalmān Beauties, Islam Kamāl Hāshmī and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah.
Islam Kamāl Hāshmī and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah had stepped into the voluntary housekeepers here.
Islam Kamāl Hāshmī and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah grinned at me as I entered the kitchen with their perfect set of strong white teeth.
“Dinner won’t be long dear. I’ve ordered to make an Irish stew and some fresh damper. Sit down and I’ll get you juice from the fridge.” Islam Kamāl Hāshmī said.
I watched Islam Kamāl Hāshmī and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah’s trim figures cross the huge country-kitchen and gather an ice-cold Fosters from the fridge.
Her body was looking ripe and firm beneath the tank top and faded shorts she was wearing.
Twisting the top off the juice she set it in front of me and kissed me on my lips, “You look tired Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Have your dinner and get yourself off to bed, I’ll pop in to say goodnight.”
Islam Kamāl Hāshmī and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah worried a lot about me.
Except them, I’d been somewhat lonely here.
Yet I worked far too hard for the benefits of local Musalmān Beauties.
Islam Kamāl Hāshmī hadn’t seen her daughter for nearly two years but there was little she could do except taking care of me.
I had taken her virginity a few years back, even when Islam Kamāl Hāshmī was not married to Kħadījah Al Tayyabah’s Abbū, Kħuwaylid Åbbās Hāshmī.
I’d taken her gently with a great deal of tenderness and a lot of love and although she knew she could never have me all to herself, she was grateful for the times we shared together.
Islam Kamāl Hāshmī and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah had developed a relationship with me, occasionally slipping into my bed where they provided some comfort and relief for me.
Islam Kamāl Hāshmī had already decided that tonight they both once again would fuck me to sleep, as it was their moral duty daily.
The sun had been set for nearly an hour and I was anxiously pacing the boards of the veranda watching the direction from which the car would come.
Just when I’d decided, it was time to get the utility out and go looking I saw the reflection of lights coming from over the horizon.
“They’ll be here in 15 minutes,” I said to myself with relief.
It was almost to the minute that Kħadījah Al Tayyabah’s 4-wheel drive circled the hardened ground in front of the house and came to a stop in a swirl of dust.
The engine was switched off and the deafening silence of outback Australia returned.
Only the clicking of the cooling engine could be heard.
“Durgesh, oh Durgesh, I’ve missed you so much it was so good to be back home,” cried Kħadījah Al Tayyabah, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly.
I wouldn’t have admitted it, but there were tears of happiness in my eyes and was thankful the Aussie night hid the fact from Kħadījah Al Tayyabah.
Crushing her in my bear-like arms, I kissed Kħadījah Al Tayyabah on the forehead, “Eīshān. It is good to have you back home darling.”
After hugging for what seemed to be an eternity, I released Kħadījah Al Tayyabah,
“Where’s Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah giggled,
“Fast asleep. She’s been up since well before dawn and managed to keep awake right up until we turned off the main road and then she went out like a light.”
“Ok. You get inside the house; Islam Kamāl Hāshmī and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah have dinner on the stove. You must be starving. I’ll get Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and take her to her room.”
I opened the car door.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had grown since the last time I saw her, the puppy fats she’d had a couple of years ago was gone and replaced by a well toned figure.
“Come on darling,” I said lifting her in my strong arms, “This is no place for a young Musalmān lady to sleep, let’s get you to your room.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stirred in my arms,
“Hello poppa,” she said sleepily and snuggled her head into my warmth, content to be carried like a darling into the house.
When Kħadījah Al Tayyabah got up the next morning, she was surprised to find me in the kitchen.
“What are you doing here Durgesh, I thought you’d have left ages ago?”
“Morning sweetheart. No, I’m easing back for a couple of weeks. Islam Kamāl Hāshmī and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah’s gone down to Adelaide. One of their mutual friends has suddenly fallen ill. They’d try to return as soon as possible. This is a slack time on the station and what work there is to do the station hands can do it. I just want to spend some time with you and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. Where is she by the way?”
“She’s awake, just having a shower and don’t embarrass her as you used to do me when I was her age, she’s a bit sensitive. I’m having a coffee. Do you want one?”
Our cups were almost empty when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came bouncing into the room.
Full of life and goodwill from the best night’s sleep she could ever remember.
Eagerly she ran to me and flung her arms around my neck, smothering my face with kisses.
With a bit of a struggle Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah eased herself onto my knee and cuddled close into me.
For reasons Kħadījah Al Tayyabah couldn’t explain to herself, she suddenly felt very jealous of her extremely beautiful young daughter.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah remembered the times when she was younger and used to sit on my knee.
She remembered the warmth and the feeling of security as I held her in my arms.
The exciting aroma of Musalmān Beauties that clung on my clothes, not to mention the trace of consummated sex that was used on the station.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah also remembered my other smell as well, fresh from the shower when the comforting scent of Wright’s Coal Tar soap that clung to my body seemed to fill the area surrounding me.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah smiled to herself at those happy memories and lovingly watched her daughter cuddle into her poppa.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah’s smile vanished though when she suddenly realized that she’d become wet, very wet between her legs, as she watched the two of us hugging each other.
Excusing herself, she headed for the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat.
Legs spread wide she commenced masturbating her clit, the vision of her cuddling daughter and me was clear in her mind.
She cum in seconds.
Her ravenous Musalmān body was trembling with the passion of her actions as the orgasm swept over her.
For long minutes, she sat still and wondered what had brought on those actions where previously she’d had no thoughts at all.
Blotting the juices from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy Kħadījah Al Tayyabah stood on weakened legs and went for a walk near the dam to get her mind sorted.
After an hour of thought, and analysing her feelings and emotions, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah finally reached a conclusion that shocked her to the very core.
Simply put, she loved me.
She had always loved me but not in the manner, a daughter should love her stepfather.
Her only her Ammī, Islam Kamāl Hāshmī, was my Live in Relationship Partner now, her mother in law, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah also was.
Her mind went back to, when she was a young teenager and the fluttery feelings she had in her tummy, as she lay in her bed, day dreaming of some handsome prince, doing things with her.
But the handsome prince always had my face.
She realized that she’d suppressed those emotions and the truth was she loved me in a way she shouldn’t.
I was a Hindu also, after all.
In addition, she was an ardent sophisticated Musalmān woman.
How could she love me in that way?
But, are not her own Ammī, Islam Kamāl Hāshmī, and her own mother in law, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah, also ardent sophisticated Musalmān women?
Yet, isn’t it a fact that they both are my Live in Relationship Partners?
Then why can’t Kħadījah Al Tayyabah too?
Then why can’t Kħadījah Al Tayyabah too??
Over the next few days the knot of desire grew tighter and tighter in Kħadījah Al Tayyabah’s stomach.
She’d taken to masturbating frequently and the fantasy was always of her being with me.
She could think of nothing else even during the chores she’d been assigned to keep her busy during the day.
Often Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had to speak to her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah, several times before she received an answer.
Finally, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah made up her mind.
She would have either to leave the station or seduce me.
Moreover, out of the two, the latter was the preferable option.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah reasoned that it wouldn’t be hard.
For a start, I loved her to death and would do anything, she asked.
Since a little girl, she had been able to twist me around her little finger.
It was part of their natural make-up.
All Kħadījah Al Tayyabah had to do was dangle the bait.
The bait part was easy.
All she had to do was send the correct signals, re-enforce them continually and wear me down.***
It didn’t take long for me to notice the changes.
I was surprised to find that Kħadījah Al Tayyabah had suddenly taken to wearing a variety of skimpy clothing as she worked around the homestead.
It was not only the clothing I noticed either.
It was the flashes of her long legs, as she bent over to complete some task and the front of her dress or blouse that somehow always seemed to be unbuttoned, giving glimpses of the gentle extremely beautiful extremely enticing swelling beneath.
Apart from that, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah had taken to planting kisses on my face at every opportunity possible.
When she got up in the morning, when she said goodnight, served me my tea: any service she provided for me was topped off by her soft lips on my cheek.
After dinner, it was always Kħadījah Al Tayyabah who sat alongside me on the couch.
Her arms were wrapped around my head, cuddled to my shoulder, while we listened to the radio.
I couldn’t deny I wasn’t pleased with the change in her.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah seemed to be happy and contented at last and that’s what I wanted for her.
It was really good to have Kħadījah Al Tayyabah and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah on the station.
The two of them seemed to have turned my whole life around and I actually looked forward to each new day.
The only thing missing was Islam Kamāl Hāshmī and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah.
And that would make my life complete.
They were Islam Kamāl Hāshmī and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah, and the thought of fucking them, when Kħadījah Al Tayyabah returned; that was on my mind as I passed by the storage shed.
I heard a noise and popped my head around the door.
There lying on her back, on the bales of hay, was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah; holding a kitten close to her face and stroking it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s knees were up and slightly parted.
Her skirt had fallen back into her lap, revealing soft shapely thighs and her lilac panties.
I felt a flush in my face.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was already semi-erect after thinking of Islam Kamāl Hāshmī and Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah.
It turned into a full erection.
It wasn’t Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah lying there.
“Hello Poppa, are you alright?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked.
Sanity returned to me,
“Mmmmm. Yes, I’m fine. Thanks love. Just wondered what you were doing. Better get on with my work, I’ll see you later.”
Try as I might, I couldn’t get the image of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, lying on her back, showing of her legs and panties, out of my mind.
Then I began fantasizing about her breasts.
They were all that young and big as they were supposed to be.
They complimented her young, comparatively small, yet extremely beautiful female Musalmān frame.
Then it wasn’t hard for me to imagine Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah naked.
Flustered with myself I made my way back to the homestead for lunch.
Things didn’t get any better for me.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah was in the kitchen cleaning the range.
She was using blackening and managed to get a couple of smudges on her face making the normally fussy Kħadījah Al Tayyabah look totally different from usually immaculate appearance.
In fact I mused, it made her look… beautiful in a funny sort of way.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah screwed her nose up and then smiled at me,
“Oh, there you are, hang on a minute. I’ll just finish this and I’ll get your lunch. Have you seen Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah at all? She should be back soon.”
Not really expecting an answer, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah bent over to finish blacking the plinth of the cooker, exposing her legs and thighs almost up to the gusset of her panties.
I looked at the vision before me and for the second time my Uncut Hindu Cock was raging in my trousers.
Carefully I maneuvered, manipulated; my offending Uncut Hindu Cock beneath the kitchen table, well out of sight but my mind was running a riot.
First, it had been Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and now I was looking at Kħadījah Al Tayyabah sexually for the first time.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah placed a mug of tee in front of me and then a plate of sandwiches.
I couldn’t help myself, staring down the gaping front of her blouse and the swelling of her breasts.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah leaned and kissed me on the forehead,
“Is there anything else you’d like Durgesh?” she asked seductively.
“Yes, I’d love to fuck your beautiful body,” thought I.
“No, that’s fine love. This will do me a treat. By the way, the carrier brought the groceries that were ordered. Perhaps you could help me put us away later,” replied I once more casting the lustful thoughts from my mind.
Later she had placed most of the groceries for our immediate use into the cupboards, but the spare stock needed to go into the higher storage area.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah had pulled the steps out and set us close by.
Climbing the steps to the second to top rung, she looked down at me,
“Durgesh, you pass them up please. I’ll store them in order,” she said.
I handed her up a couple of cans before Kħadījah Al Tayyabah said,
“Damn it, hang on Durgesh, I’ve got to move some of the older stuff up here,”
Moreover, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah climbed onto the top rung.
Her head and shoulders disappeared into the storage area.
I held onto the steps and looked upward.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah moved cans around making a show of sorting out the old stock.
She raised one leg as if to reach in further and hoped that I was looking in the right direction.
Not all those efforts of her were for nothing.
She needn’t have worried.
I was looking up into the gates of her paradise, her Jannat-e-Firdaus.
Long naked legs reached upward giving way to soft flesh thighs and finally, a perfectly shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.
I couldn’t believe that Kħadījah Al Tayyabah wasn’t wearing panties and was displaying her most private parts deliberately for my view.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah bit her lower lip significantly, seductively somewhat, cunningly, gently eased her shoulders out of the storage space and looked down at me.
She was intensely content that could see me spell bound.
My eyes were almost fixed firmly up her skirt and my face was coloring to a deep red.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah finally managed to regain my attention and we set about stacking the excess groceries.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah was certainly aware now, gleefully that I was using now every opportunity, without even any single exception, to look up her skirt.
She had succeeded ultimately in sending me her message that it was what she is offering to me.
Was I prudent enough to understand it and enjoy the opportunity, being offered to me?
When the last can was stacked away, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah dangerously manoeuvred herself to come down the steps, with her back to them and facing me,
“Hold the ladder for me please Durgesh,” she asked and gingerly descended placing her hands on my shoulders as soon as she reached them.
Her cunning actions allowed her front to brush down the front of me as she made it to the floor level.
Once there, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah lifted her beautiful head and planted a soft lingering kiss full on my lips, “Thank you Durgesh,” she cooed.
I groaned inwardly.
All this was becoming too much for me and I wanted to escape.
I pulled away but Kħadījah Al Tayyabah hung onto my arm.
“Durgesh, tonight I’m going to cook us all a special dinner. Then we’ll have a little party on the veranda, a few lights, some drinks and lots of dancing. I haven’t danced for years and I’m sure Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would like it.”
“Yes, whatever you say Kħadījah Al Tayyabah, I’m going to check on the horses, see you later,” replied I.***
The sun was well down by the time I returned to the homestead.
I could see the veranda lit with coloured globes as I walked across the paddock.
A small table had been set up for the meal and the strains of gentle music wafted along on the night air.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah had even gone to the trouble of setting up a small bar with drinks in bottles cooling on
ice along with fresh clean glasses.
She’d obviously gone to a lot of trouble but to be honest with myself, I just didn’t feel in the mood.
I was still remembering the events from earlier in the day.
The homestead door opened as I stepped on to the solid boards of the veranda and a vision of beauty stood before me.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah had swept her long hair up onto the top of her head giving her a very elegant look.
Subtle use of cosmetics made her look as young as any teenager and her dress was an off-the shoulder creation.
My heart jumped into my mouth as I recognized the dress.
It was a favorite of my Live in Relationship Partner’s, her Ammī’s, Islam Kamāl Hāshmī’s.
“You look… You look very beautiful Kħadījah Al Tayyabah,” I said softly, understanding very well what she was after actually.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah dropped a little courtesy before softly kissing me on the cheek in welcome.
Her lips burning the spot where she’d touched me.
“Thank you sir. Now Durgesh, you go and get your shower and change into something decent and dinner will be ready.”
By the time the entrée had finished and a few glasses of juice consumed, I felt very mellow and relaxed.
Relating stories from the time I and Islam Kamāl Hāshmī had first taken over the station, I had Kħadījah Al Tayyabah and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah in fits of laughter.
“Ok. I’ll get the main course. While I’m doing that, Durgesh, why don’t you give Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah a spin on the dance floor, I’ll put some music on for you?”
Like the perfect escort, I held my hand out for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and led her to the open space on the veranda.
Taking her gently in my arms, we began dancing to the strains of Andy Williams singing Moon River.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah seemed to float across the wooden boards, as light as a feather in my strong arms.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah watched us from the doorway.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy was becoming damp when she saw how her daughter was pressing herself against me and she couldn’t help but notice that my leg was pressing between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs as we moved slowly in time with the music.
She guessed correctly that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel my leg pressing against her sex and that she would also be wet.
Letting out a deep sigh, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah brought out the main course and called the two of us to eat.
More food and more drinks followed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had ensured that she had added good measures of vodka into her orange juice.
Her Ammī had guessed correctly.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah found her panties getting wet at the close physical contact with her poppa.
They got wetter still when my leg pressed insistently against her sex and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah purposefully moved herself tightly into me, enjoying the sensation of the forbidden movement against her sex.
She’s hoped for another dance after dinner but for some reason found it difficult to keep her eyes open and the room seemed to be spinning.
Head in her hands she began to doze at the table.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was in the land between consciousness and sleep.
My soft voice and ‘Missing You’ and the steady drone of conversation between poppa and her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Tayyabah, had her right on the verge of dropping off into Noddy land.
She heard her Ammī’s voice drift through,
“Carry her through to bed, Durgesh. And take her dress off for me, I’ll tuck her in later.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt herself lifted in the strong comforting arms of her poppa and feigned sleep as she was carried through the homestead to her bedroom.
After gently being laid on the bed she felt the buttons of her dress being unfastened and heard my sharp intake of breath when I separated the panels.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had little need for a bra.
Her extremely beautiful young big excellent breasts were themselves firm.
So she really didn’t need one, especially while they were living at the station.
She felt her arms being guided through the armholes and finally the dress was drawn from beneath, leaving her only in panties, ankle socks and sandals.
Even though she was all but asleep, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the gush of wetness between her legs soaking the gusset of her panties as the socks and sandals were removed.
Then came something she didn’t expect, a hand fondling her naked breast for a Moment, testing the firmness and tweaking the nipple.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah bit the inside of her cheek to hold back the groan.
When the hand moved she nearly cried out in her frustration but then it was between her thighs pulling the wet gusset of her panties to one side.
The Uncut Hindu Lund was there only for a Moment and then it was gone and so was her poppa as she heard me walk from the bedroom.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moved her own finger to her clit and cum immediately.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah had watched my actions discreetly from the doorway having quietly followed me inside.
As I turned to leave, she’d slipped quickly behind the hall cupboard to avoid being seen but there was a smile on her lips, she’d seen how easily I had been tempted.
Now it was her turn.
Kħadījah Al Tayyabah had her both arms up around my neck and her body firmly pressed into me as we moved to my relaxing voice.
Craftily she’d maneuvered my leg to press against her while her leg pushed against the erection in my trousers.
The hands that had started holding her around her back had gradually gone lower and lower and were now massaging her smart, excellent, exquisite, perfectly round, firm, plump, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks.
Standing on tiptoe Kħadījah Al Tayyabah pressed her lips to my ear,
“I love you Durgesh, I really love you,” she whimpered.
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Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, had invited Jahān Ārā Rashīd for lunch to discuss something, in her words, “of grave importance.”
Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, was on Rozā but Jahān Ārā Rashīd thought she was on the road to complete them.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd was concerned her Rozās were irrational and becoming problem now consequently.
Once cocktails had been ordered Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, began,
“You know I have been on Rozā for a month now almost.”
In panic Jahān Ārā Rashīd asked,
“Are you extending it once again?”
“No, and I probably wouldn’t.” she said taking a sip of her cocktail. “But the Imām forbids any sexual relations for at least 18 months more.”
Jahān Ārā Rashīd was taken aback by her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl’s openness.
“Imām Sāħab can’t allow you to have sex with a Hindu. Why don’t you understand, Ammī? Besides, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr both are claiming that Imām Aurangzeb Åālamgīr is working for Congress.”
“And Congress doesn’t want me to have sex with a Hindu? Nonsense.” Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl was angry with her daughter.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd said, she had to,
“Gee, Ammī, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry for me, dear, the Taubah the Imām have me on has pretty much killed my sex drive any way. It’s your Hindu father, Durgesh, I’m worried about. He can stop coming here. Gulnār Farzānah is waiting for the opportunity.”
Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s awfully stunning splendid Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth dropped opened.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd never thought of her parents as sexual people.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd was sure we had sex.
Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, had Jahān Ārā Rashīd after all.
Yet it was a fact Jahān Ārā Rashīd just did not think of us in that way.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd was 28, college-educated, married with two kids of her own and nothing in her back ground prepared Jahān Ārā Rashīd for the next words out of her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl’s awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
“I want you to be my surrogate.”
“What do you mean? I don’t understand.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd said, suddenly blushing and gulping her wine.
Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, gripped her hand from across the table and squeezed.
“I want you to be my sex surrogate. You know how I snatched Durgesh away from Gulnār Farzānah. She is more beautiful than us, but she is an Aħmadī. I can’t bear an Aħmadī Musalmān Beauty defeat me in having sex with Durgesh.”
“Do you know what you are asking?” Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s voice raised an octave. “You are talking about incest.”
Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, smiled,
“I know dear. But let’s look at a couple of facts. One, Durgesh needs sex very much. Ashvinātam sex is actually his Hindutv, his very life itself. And I can’t give it to him. Two, I don’t want Durgesh to go to Gulnār Farzānah, the Aħmadī Musalmān bitch. Neither I can afford Durgesh to start some torrid affair with some other Musalmān Beauties who are trying to snatch Durgesh away from me as I snatched him away from Gulnār Farzānah. Three, you love Durgesh and want what is best for him.”
“You are asking me to cheat on my Musalmān husband with my Hindu stepfather.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd said shaking her head in disbelief. “Besides, I never thought of Durgesh in that way. He is your Live in Relationship Partner after all.”
“Never? I know you heard us, Durgesh and your own Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, making love when you were younger. Durgesh is a stallion. You used to say it to your own jealous Musalmān girlfriends. Didn’t you?”
Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, knew Jahān Ārā Rashīd could hear what was going on in their room.
It was next to Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s room.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd often heard the passion of our ashvinātam lovemaking.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd would masturbate as she listened to the heated ashvinātam sex in the next room.
Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl’s cries of immense ashvinātam pleasure would fill her ears.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt herself get damp between her legs thinking of the great ashvinātam memory.
Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, continued,
“Neither, I guess it would be incest technically. Durgesh isn’t your biological father. He is Y-Chromosomed. Durgesh even can’t father any daughter consequently. Secondly, you are a grown up Sunni Musalmān woman with two kids. You aren’t some school girl. You are a vibrant young Musalmān woman. Look dear, sex with someone you love is so much better than with someone you don’t. I know Durgesh loves you and you love him.”
“That’s just it, he’s my stepfather.”
“He’s a man, a strong, good-looking, virile Hindu man.”
Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, and Jahān Ārā Rashīd just stared at each as the waiter brought them another round of cocktails.
Her eyes were pleading with Jahān Ārā Rashīd.
Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, began again,
“Durgesh can’t go over a year without sex in this house. He’ll try, but sooner or later he will give-in to temptation. Some flirting, extremely beautiful Musalmān secretary, at work, or the manipulations of one of my extremely beautiful so called friends.” She got a faraway look and a tear ran down her cheek.
“Don’t cry Ammī. Durgesh would never leave you. He himself loves you very much. ”
“Yes he will, sooner or later. I have accepted that. I just want it to be with someone who loves and cares about him. I want it to be with someone who won’t give him a betrayal or try to convince him to leave me.”
“What about my own marriage, Ammījān?”
“Durgesh is no threat to your marriage.” her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, said wiping the tears from her face.
“Durgesh may not even find me attractive.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd said relenting a little.
“Nonsense, Durgesh thinks you are beautiful. You are beautiful you know. I know you worked hard to get yourself back in shape after your kids were born. A trip to the hairdresser and you’d be stunning.”
Jahān Ārā Rashīd grasped one of auburn locks of hair and twisted.
“You think so?”
“Sure I do. In fact let me treat you to a day at the spa, we’ll do your face, hair, bikini wax, everything. Maybe some new lingerie, too.”
“Wait a minute. I didn’t agree to ….”
“Are you saying ‘no’?”
“I haven’t made-up my mind.”
“Haven’t you?” her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, stood-up, grasped her hand and led Jahān Ārā Rashīd out of the restaurant.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd called her neighbor to make sure she could watch the kids the rest of the day.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd then called her husband, Muħammad Rashīd, telling him she was going to be with her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, the rest of the day and he should get the kids from the neighbor when he got home from work.
The rest of the day rushed by as Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, hustled Jahān Ārā Rashīd through hair, nail and make-up appointments.
They stopped at a lingerie shop.
Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl had Jahān Ārā Rashīd try on several outfits she kept saying,
“Your stepfather will love this one,” and she purchased each one.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd and Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl hurried to Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl’s house.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd changed into blue garter and black stockings in the guest room.
No bra, no panties Jahān Ārā Rashīd would have soaked through them anyway.
A see-through blue dressing gown covered the outfit.
I arrived home.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd could hear Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, talking to me as she led me down the hall. “Come here Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I have a surprise for you.”
I opened the door and my mouth fell open.
“Now Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, began, “Jahān Ārā Rashīd, Jahān Ārā Rashīd, has graciously agreed to be my surrogate until I can have sex again. Don’t tell me you don’t need sex. After thirty years I know your needs.”
I looked at Jahān Ārā Rashīd quite surprised,
“This is ridiculous. She’s your daughter.”
“What’s ridiculous? You have needs that have to be fulfilled. She loves you and will not do anything to hurt either one of us. You’ve had an attraction to her so why can’t you get her pregnant?”
“Jahān Ārā Rashīd, what about your husband, Muħammad Rashīd? What about your marriage?” I asked Jahān Ārā Rashīd gravely.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd walked seductively towards me and grasped my hand,
“My marriage is fine. I love Muħammad Rashīd and I love you. This is about you, Durgesh; you took such good care of me growing up. Let me take care of you.”
Jahān Ārā Rashīd placed my hand on her 38D breast, reached behind my head and brought my Hindu mouth to hers.
Observing no other option, I squeezed her breasts.
My tongue invaded Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
I heard the door closed.
Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, gave us privacy.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd dropped to her knees and unzipped My pants.
Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, was right.
I was hung like a horse.
Her husband, Muħammad Rashīd, just had a two inch cut Musalmān nūnī.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd always told him size doesn’t matter. \
It pulsated with ashvinātam pleasure and I let out a groan.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd couldn’t take the whole thing in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Consequently, Jahān Ārā Rashīd sucked on the head and jacked my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick off with her hand.
I moaned and Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick grow larger in Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd, immensely excited, kept sucking my Uncut Indian Hindu Lund on, wildly, for hours till I announced,
“I’m going to cum, Baby girl” I pointed my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick at her tongue and her mouth jacked me for all I was worth.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd was rewarded by several long ropes of my Hindu cum spurting like a fire hose all over her tongue.
I helped Jahān Ārā Rashīd stand.
I took her see through gown off Jahān Ārā Rashīd, wiped her tits off and threw it aside.
I pushed Jahān Ārā Rashīd back on the bed.
I joined Jahān Ārā Rashīd on the bed.
Then I kissed Jahān Ārā Rashīd on each of her bare inner thighs just above the stocking tops.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd came as soon as my Uncut Hindu Cock touched her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
She ran her fingers through my salt and pepper hair.
“M-m-m-my pusssssy!” Jahān Ārā Rashīd moaned.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd came again.
I judged Jahān Ārā Rashīd was ready.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd let out a gasp as I entered Jahān Ārā Rashīd.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd came again.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd dug her neatly manicured nails into my ass as I began to slowly side my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick in and out of her.
“Faster, harder. Fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Jahān Ārā Rashīd begged, “Muħammad Rashīd, the bastard, never could give me this much heavenly pleasure. Ammījān, I thank you.”
I looked into her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes and kissed Jahān Ārā Rashīd deeply.
Then I rose up myself on my hands and began to pound her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy like there was not any tomorrow.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd squealed with incredible ashvinātam delight.
She charged them that they all were extremely perverted.
How wrong Jahān Ārā Rashīd was.
With one last powerful push, I bottomed out in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Then I started fucking Jahān Ārā Rashīd as if a bear gone mad.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd was so happy suddenly that she forgot everything immediately.
She surrendered to me completely, closed her eyes, and started to enjoy the ever incredible ashvinātam fucking she was getting from me.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd forgot all sense of time even.
She didn’t know for how many hours I fucked Jahān Ārā Rashīd continuously nonstop.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd thought that perhaps it was to infinity itself.
How stupid Jahān Ārā Rashīd was.
And Jahān Ārā Rashīd foolishly refused even to believe them what they were getting.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd couldn’t contain it all.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd could feel it running down the crack of her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd came again.
Durgesh collapsed on her, still fully embedded.
I rested my head on her breasts as her breathing normalized.
“That was great, Baby Girl.” I smiled at Jahān Ārā Rashīd.
“You don’t think I’m a slut, do you Durgesh?” Jahān Ārā Rashīd asked.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd noticed my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick was still hard.
“I love you too, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Jahān Ārā Rashīd suddenly acknowledged totally shamelessly.
I rode Jahān Ārā Rashīd to two more orgasms before I busted another nut.
She quickly showered and changed back into her clothes.
Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, met her at the door as Jahān Ārā Rashīd was leaving. “So?”
“It was the best sex I ever had Ammī. I came five times. Durgesh is really a stud, Wallah!” Jahān Ārā Rashīd said as she hugged her Ammī, “Thanks. Are you sure you are alright with this arrangement.”
“Yes dear, remember it was my idea to make you my surrogate. We love you.” Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl laughed and patted her bottom as Jahān Ārā Rashīd went out the door.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd walked bold-legged to her car with the biggest smile on her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.
Yes, Jahān Ārā Rashīd thought,
Jahān Ārā Rashīd will enjoy being the surrogate.
‘I’m lucky.’ Jahān Ārā Rashīd thought as started her mini-van and drove home.
It had been three weeks since Jahān Ārā Rashīd had sex with me after agreeing to be her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl’s sex surrogate.
Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, had Rozā that precluded any sexual activity.
Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, had called this morning and said that maybe it was the time for Jahān Ārā Rashīd to give me some more attention.
Perhaps lunch in my office would be a good way to spend a rainy afternoon she suggested.
After her husband, Muħammad Rashīd left for work and her kids went to school Jahān Ārā Rashīd made a sack lunch of sandwiches and potato chips for her and me.
She then ran a bubble-bath and sank into the soothing waters.
After bathing, Jahān Ārā Rashīd dried off and sprayed a generous amount of perfume on herself.
She stood naked before the bathroom mirror applied make-up to her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face and vigorously brushed her auburn hair.
She noticed her vulva was starting to swell and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān labia moisten.
She was aware that her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body was responding to her preparation for pleasurable taboo sex with me.
She smiled slyly at her reflection, the sexy naughtiest of ‘incest’ (?) made her excited.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd went into her bedroom and wrapped a garter-belt around her hips.
It reminded her of a gun belt that cowboys wore in Westerns.
She slapped her hips and pointed her fingers at her reflection in the full-length mirror across the room.
“Draw Durgesh,” she giggled again.
The garter belt was forest green.
It would bring out the green tint of her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
She knew I liked to look into her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes when I did cum.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd pulled a black fishnet stocking up each leg and fastened them to the straps of her garter belt.
She slid the matching pair of forest green panties up her legs and over her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.
She patted the soft material has it clung to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy and was rewarded with more moisture.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd smiled with the grand memory of ashvinātam pleasure, she had enjoyed with me.
She decided not to wear a bra and gently pulled on her the nibbles at the end of her 38D breasts.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd moved to her closet and slipped on a pair of black stilettos.
She turned and looked at her reflection in a full-length mirror that stood in the corner of the room.
Not bad, she thought, for an Ammī of two daughters.
She turned to check her backside and smiled at herself.
she liked the way the high-heeled shoes shaped her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and legs.
She thought I would approve too.
She walked out of her bedroom, her breasts swaying and her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass gently wiggling.
She opened the door to the hall closet, took her trench coat out, and put it on.
She went to the kitchen and grabbed the sack lunch off the counter before walking out the garage door.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd lightly drummed her manicured and painted fingernails on the steering wheel as she made the short drive to my office.
She hummed to the music softly playing on the radio.
As the traffic light turned red, she stopped the car and moved her hand to her crotch.
She lightly drew her index finger up and down her panty-covered slit, imagining it was not her finger; it was my Uncut Hindu Prick instead, increasing her arousal.
The light turned green.
She moaned and pushed down the accelerator.
She arrived and parked in the lot across the street from my office.
The attendant whistled at Jahān Ārā Rashīd as she sashayed by his booth.
She smiled and waved at him.
She hurried across the street to avoid the oncoming traffic and in effort to save her hairdo from the continuing rain.
After reaching the lobby, she hustled into the elevator.
A balding middle-aged man entered it just ahead of her.
The doors closed and the elevator jolted upward.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s belly joggled too, partly from the sudden jerk and partly in anticipation of what awaited her in My office.
The man sniffed the confined air.
He smiled knowingly at Jahān Ārā Rashīd.
She smiled back.
The doors opened and she strutted out of the elevator fully aware the man was watching the sway of her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass as she walked away.
“Is Durgesh in, Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī?” Jahān Ārā Rashīd asked my long time secretary.
Her desk positioned like a sentinel in front of My office.
Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī looked-up from her computer and smiled.
“Why Jahān Ārā Rashīd, it’s a long time we haven’t seen you here. What brings you out on such a rainy day? ”
“It has been a while, hasn’t it? You’re looking well, Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī. I’ve been helping Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl; take care of few things since she was on Rozā. I thought I might surprise Durgesh with lunch.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd said holding up the lunch sack.
Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī’s nostrils flared as she picked-up the faint smell of sex in the air.
She smiled at Jahān Ārā Rashīd.
“I’m sure the Boss would enjoy lunch with you. He’s on the phone right now but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you quietly snuck in,” she said looking at the multiple buttons lit up on the phone resting on her desk.
“Thanks Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī. I’ll make sure Durgesh enjoys my lunch,” Jahān Ārā Rashīd said as she returned Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī’s smile.
She glanced at the writing on the door of my office:
‘Durgesh the Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of the Musalmān Beauties! President HVSI.’
She quietly turned the doorknob and poked her auburn head through the opening door.
Durgesh darling, the Hindu Piyā, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of the Musalmān Beauties, that’s myself; watched my door open and smiled as I recognized Jahān Ārā Rashīd waving a sack lunch at me.
I waved her into the office as I continued with my business conversation.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd came in and closed the door.
She leaned back against the door to recover her balance as her legs trembled with ashvinātam excitement.
The latch audibly snapped as she locked the door.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd looked across the room at me talking on the phone.
She thought I was a rather attractive man in my tailored pinstriped business suit.
In my early thirties, thirties! Well, not sixties as I used to claim ever; I had a full head of black hair splendidly.
I kept myself ever in shape and exuded supreme confidence as only an utmost successful Alpha-male could.
Moreover, Jahān Ārā Rashīd couldn’t deny now that my confidence was very sexy.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd undid the belt of her trench coat and let it fall to the floor as she strutted bare breasted across the room to my desk.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt very feminine as her large breasts gently jiggled with each step.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd smiled at her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, the Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!
She was pleased that I no longer seemed interested in discussing business as I mumbled something into the phone.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd dropped the sack lunch on My desk.
I struggled to keep the phone pressed against my ear.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was revolting against my such struggle.
She gently tweaked her hard nibbles between her index finger and thumb.
She giggled when J dropped the phone.
As I confidently picked the phone back up, Jahān Ārā Rashīd turned her back to me and slowly slid her green panties off her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and down her legs.
She stepped out of her panties and giggled again when she heard the phone fall again.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd turned around and boldly walked around my desk.
She dropped her panties into my open hand and swung my chair to the side.
She knelt in front of her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties! and unzipped my trousers.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd fished my hard Uncut Indian Hindu Dick out of my pants.
She watched me put her panties patiently, yet smiling triumphantly, to one side.
My Uncut Hindu Cock switched with delight at her scent.
“Look Muħammad, something’s come up here at the office. Let me call you back later.”
I hung up the phone and spoke to the auburn head of Jahān Ārā Rashīd as it bobbed up and down on my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick.
“Hello Jahān Ārā Rashīd, I’m glad to see you, all of you.”
Jahān Ārā Rashīd quit sucking My Uncut Indian Hindu Dick and said,
“I thought I’d just drop by for something to eat.”
She looked up at me and smiled.
She kissed me while continuing to work her hand up and down the length of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My tongue invaded her terrifically superb magnificent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
I wanted to let her know how much I too hungered for her.
It was necessary to keep her interested in me sexually.
I never wanted to convey to any of my Musalmān Beauties that their lust for me was one-way traffic.
I always deliberately conveyed to them that I have more lust for them than even they have for me.
It was another matter that they never believed me.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd broke the passionate ashvinātam kiss and returned to her ministrations on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She felt my huge Uncut Hindu Cock begin to swell even more and more so that as if I was close to busting my nut.
She swallowed my spurting Uncut Hindu Cock as I came.
I was gripping the armrests of my chair so tight she thought I might rip them off.
When I finished climaxing, I smiled,
“Thanks Baby Girl, I really needed that.”
She wiped her mouth off with her panties.
I could still catch the fragrance of her arousal.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd rose from the floor and pushed a pile of papers onto the floor as she crawled on to my desk.
“What else do you need, Durgesh?” She lay on her back and opened her legs. “Would you like to fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”
I entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt like a starving man just returned from the desert.
Now it was Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s turn to moan as my Uncut Hindu Lund burrowed deeply into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
I, slowing, worked my way up to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Clit.
I rubbed on it and worked my Uncut Hindu Prick on it to wet the pink hot depths of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd began to whine with ashvinātam pleasure as the pressure within her continued to rise.
She clutched my waist driving it deeper into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
She screamed in release as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt contracted and she came hard on my deepest embedded Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her legs flailed the air widely.
When she relaxed, I looked up still embedded between Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s legs and grinned at her.
She gave me a satisfied highly indebted grateful grin back.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd lay on her back and watched me undo my trousers.
I let them fall to my ankles.
She panted trying to regain her breath following the earth shattering orgasm.
To her immense delight, I was hard again and my Uncut Hindu Cock drooled pre-cum.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd gasped as I penetrated her again.
She clutched my ass taking me deep inside as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt again contracted in orgasm.
I slowly began pumping my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd held my face in her hands as I leaned over her fully imbedded in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
“Jahān Ārā Rashīd wants to look into your Hindu eyes when you cum, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ”
She could hear proudly the wet-swooshing ashvinātam sound as I moved in and out of her.
She could feel my Hindu balls slapping her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān asshole.
The smell of ashvinātam sex hung in the air.
She was wanton and she didn’t care if Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī could hear us from the other side of the door.
Instead, Jahān Ārā Rashīd deliberately said,
I increased my tempo and she felt my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick get larger.
It kept on nonstop for hours.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!
Would I ever fuck her similarly nonstop for hours?
No wonder her entire young extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends were crazy to have sex with me.
Who the hell wouldn’t?
I was again fucking Jahān Ārā Rashīd nonstop for hours.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt a final thrust ultimately that bottomed out on her cervix.
She watched as I closed my eyes, arched my back, bellowed and came.
She soon followed with her own climax as she felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt get doused with my Hindu semen.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd looked at me still lying across the desk.
She felt my Hindu sperm running down the crack of her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and begin to puddle on the desk.
She gave me a highly indebted immensely satisfied immensely grateful grin and asked me,
Her husband, Muħammad Rashīd, watched as Jahān Ārā Rashīd closed her suitcase.
“Explain to me again, why you are going to Dallas with Durgesh instead of your Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl.”
Jahān Ārā Rashīd snapped the latches on her suitcase closed before answering him:
“I told you darling, Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, isn’t well enough to travel yet and she thought it would be nice if Durgesh had some moral support when he gave his speech at the convention.”
“What about me?” Muħammad Rashīd whined, “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? What about my morale?”
“Well dear, Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, will have the kids, so you have plenty of time to yourself. Go golfing with Jamāl. It’s just for a couple of years. I’ll be back after it. Actually you should thank Durgesh for taking me, all her shopping there will on his dime, not yours.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd grinned at Muħammad Rashīd.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd was standing in their bed room in just her panties and pair of low high heels, tall enough to make her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass look good yet comfortable for travel.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd slipped on a yellow button-down-the-front sundress.
“Why no bra?” quizzed her husband, poor Muħammad Rashīd.
Couple of years?
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!
But what could he do?
He couldn’t even divorce Jahān Ārā Rashīd.
His father had made Jahān Ārā Rashīd the sole beneficiary under his will.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had managed to convince his father that his own son, Muħammad Rashīd, was unlucky for everything he’d possess ever.
Damn Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.
Now, it was Muħammad Rashīd who needed Jahān Ārā Rashīd.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd didn’t need Muħammad Rashīd financially.
“Dear it’s a three hour flight to Dallas,” Jahān Ārā Rashīd smiled, “I want to be comfortable.”
Her answer was half true, the other half was that Jahān Ārā Rashīd wanted to give me free access to her 38D Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, if I so desired and Jahān Ārā Rashīd was sure I would desire.
Why wouldn’t I if she was available?
The horn from the limo honked out front.
Muħammad Rashīd carried her suitcase out to the car and handed it to the driver, who put it the trunk.
I shook hands with her husband, Muħammad Rashīd.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd smiled.
I was so naughty.
Muħammad Rashīd replied,
“No problem sir, it’ll be a nice getaway for her.”
I smiled at her husband thanking him once more and climbed into the back of the limo.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd followed me.
The driver took off for the airport as soon as the door closed.
I ordered the driver to close the privacy glass.
Then I kissed Jahān Ārā Rashīd hungrily, my tongue probing her, a promise of better things to come.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd silently slipped her panties off and handed them to me.
I knew her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy was mine, for the whole complete two long years now.
I smiled as I put her panties aside.
I inhaled deeply, and enthralled with her aroma.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd unzipped my trousers and fished out my enormous 9-inch Uncut Hindu Cock.
It twitched as Jahān Ārā Rashīd ran her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue down the Hindu length and then she playfully stuck her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue into my pee-hole.
Durgesh smiled in my seat in response.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd sucked the purple head into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
I moaned with ashvinātam pleasure.
The car stopped and I groaned in disapproval.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd chuckled as she lifted her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face from my Hindu lap.
I zipped up just as the driver opened the door.
We were on the tarmac of the airport.
The driver handed our bags to the co-pilot of the private jet my company HVSI had owned and assigned to us to fly us to Dallas.
We followed the co-pilot on to the plane and settled into our seats.
I chose our seats a row back from the Cockpit.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd was happy to discover we were the only passengers.
The pilot welcomed us on board.
My eyes lingered appreciatively on her breasts and I licked my lips.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd smiled a-way-to-go-Dude type of smile at me.
I then turned and closed the curtain that separated the Cockpit from the passenger compartment.
Her belly flipped as the small jet climbed into the air.
Once we had leveled out, Jahān Ārā Rashīd undid two buttons on her dress, giving me full access to her breasts.
I grinned approvingly and kissed Jahān Ārā Rashīd.
I squeezed her tit.
I gently pinched her nipple.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd giggled with ashvinātam delight.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy surged.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd unzipped my trousers and my hard Uncut Hindu Cock stood at attention like a soldier on parade.
I lifted Jahān Ārā Rashīd out of her seat and said,
“Time to finish what you started, Baby Girl.”
Jahān Ārā Rashīd gasped as I impaled her on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She sighed as her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy slid down the length of my Hindu manhood.
She paused a Moment not only to savor my size but to grow accustomed to it too.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd grabbed the seat in front of us for balance and slowly began to rise up on my Uncut Hindu Cock until she reached the head and then Jahān Ārā Rashīd leisurely descended to the base of it.
I began squeezing her tits with pleasure.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd picked up her speed and began to whimper in ashvinātam joy.
She rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Clit on my Uncut Hindu Lund and bit her lip to keep from screaming when the wave of orgasm hit her.
I gripped her hips and imbedded myself deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd kept fucking me nonstop, enjoying every moment of it.
Neither of us knew how long we fucked.
We came to our senses only when my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick began to thicken, convulse and then shoot.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd could feel my cum bathing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt deepest.
She leaned back against me, kissed me and said,
After arriving in Dallas, Jahān Ārā Rashīd called her husband, poor Muħammad Rashīd, to let him know we had arrived.
I checked us into our hotel suite.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd took a quick bath.
I ordered room service and made a few business calls.
I jumped into the shower as soon as Jahān Ārā Rashīd was out of the bathroom.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd put on blue see-thru baby-doll nightie.
I had just gotten out of the shower when there was a knock at the door.
I answered the door with a towel wrapped around my waist.
The room service waitress wheeled the dinner cart into the room and smiled at me.
I smiled back, pleased that I enjoyed the sight of her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body revealed thru her sheer nightie.
“Excellent choice, sir.”
I laughed quietly as I closed the door.
“I don’t know if I want supper first or dessert.” I said as I took in the revelation of body.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd saw my eyes roam; the flimsy material only highlighted her huge breasts.
The darker areolas contrasting with the light blue color of the nightie.
Her nipples already hard, slightly tented the material.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd followed my gaze down her flat belly to the landing strip of hair just above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān labia a beacon to the gratification that awaited me.
After I feasted on the sight of her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body I approached the table.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd had already placed the covered plates on the table and winked at me,
“You better eat first Durgesh. You are going to need your strength.”
I laughed and patted her bottom before I sat down.
I ate patiently, not as if a lost man just returned from the desert.
As we ate we made small talk and enjoyed the lights of the city twinkling just outside the big sliding windows of our suite.
I was relaxed and happy in the moment.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd was pleased and glad that Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, had insisted that Jahān Ārā Rashīd come to Dallas with Durgesh.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd smiled at me.
I was so handsome sitting bare-chested.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt herself dampen in reaction to my masculine Hindu presence.
“It won’t be long before Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, can begin sexual activity again,” Jahān Ārā Rashīd supposed.
“I’m looking forward to making-love to your Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, once again.” I opined. “I’m just sorry our little rendezvous will come to an end.”
“Yeah, I guess you won’t need a surrogate anymore.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd added sadly.
I took her hand and said,
“Listen Jahān Ārā Rashīd, I love you so much and I appreciate the way you have taken care of my physical needs these past few years. Only you could have done that in a non-threatening way for your Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl.”
“I’m just glad Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, is almost well.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd added.
“I too,” smiled I. “You know it was her idea for you to come on this trip so let’s just enjoy it. Yet I can’t understand still now why did you request me for so long a period as two years.”
Jahān Ārā Rashīd stood up, took My hand and led me to the king-sized bed.
I ripped the towel from my waist and pushed me onto the bed.
I beamed when Jahān Ārā Rashīd noticed I was already hard.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd crawled on the bed and took my engorged Uncut Hindu Lund into Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
It pulsed with a happy response.
I lay on my back.
I moaned when a gratifying sixty-nine had been achieved.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd jacked her hand up and down the length of My Uncut Indian Hindu Dick while sucking on its head.
I smiled and kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy passionately.
I rolled her nipples between my index finger and my thumb.
“Ohhhhhhh!” Jahān Ārā Rashīd gasped and collapsed off me in a heap.
I rolled Jahān Ārā Rashīd onto her back and ripped the flimsy baby-doll off her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body exposing her full tits and neatly trimmed bush.
I savored her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body with my passionate Hindu eyes.
My Uncut Indian Hindu Dick trembled in anticipation.
She arched her back to gain full Hindu penetration.
I paused, waiting for the muscles of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt to accommodate my passionate Hindu girth.
I took one of her hard nipples into my pinch and joyfully squeezed it.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd clutched my ass and pulled me into her.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd groaned again as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy muscles clammed down on my animated Uncut Hindu Cock.
Another orgasmic wave shuddered thru her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
“I Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ”
After her orgasm subsided, I slowly began to withdraw my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick, almost pulling it all the way out of her before slamming it fully back into the nadir of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
I was long-Uncut Indian Hindu Dicking Jahān Ārā Rashīd and she enjoyed every inch of me.
Soon my pace began to quicken.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd whimpered with gratification at each quick-fire Hindu stroke.
I lifted my upper body by flattening my palms on the mattress and locking my elbows in the extended position.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was angling right at her G-spot and Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt another orgasm building deep in her sex.
I picked up my pace even more, giving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy a real good Hindu machine-gun fucking.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick expand.
I pushed as deeply as I could, bottoming out against her cervix.
Then it started to being repeated over and over, again and again.
Jahān Ārā Rashīd started kissing me madly immensely indebted and grateful to me,
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You are simply wonderful. Nonsense! I won’t let you stop fucking me now.”
“You have to fuck me now too forever.”
“Poor Muħammad Rashīd.”
“He isn’t impotent, darling.” I smiled, “He has given you two daughters at least.”
“Nonsense! He can’t fuck me as you do.”
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