Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me gravely.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know why I am against Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Never, Abbū Imām, never.” I said with profound gravity myself, “I am vowed to establish actual Democracy everywhere because that’s what Hinduism/Ved, True Islam, Christianity, every religion originally wanted to establish, until its selfish followers hadn’t distorted it.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me somewhat fascinated.
“Yet,” I said, “I want to know who will furnish the difference of opinion this afternoon.”
“Ǻlī Al Wahāb sometimes requires a little more explanation than some of the others. He’s intensely practical. You know all of them personally yourself, don’t you?”
“Sure,” I smiled, “I know all of them personally myself. But their behaviour with me is not necessary to be their behaviour in the directors’ meeting of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.”
“You are right. Sorry, I forgot.”
“Never mind. I can’t afford to forget it.” I said, “Ǻlī Al Wahāb? Hardheaded?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me scrutinizing.
How shrewdest, how resourceful this Hindu son in law of him is!
What a pride!
He respects Imām Muħammad Ħasan even more than Imām Muħammad Ħasan respects himself.
He is only the Mayor of Ved Nagar ostensibly.
However, Ved Nagar isn’t confined to India only.
The boundaries of Ved Nagar are actually infinite.
The whole Param Vyom, the whole Absolute Space even, comes under Ved Nagar.
However, it doesn’t come under India.
“Hardheaded?” I repeated my question.
“You might call it that.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan answered me at length.
“And who is opposed to Ǻlī Al Wahāb?”
“No one. No one at all.”
“But Ǻlī Al Wahāb does occasionally express himself as having what you have just referred to as a difference of opinion?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me gravely.
“With whom does Ǻlī Al Wahāb usually differ?”
“Well, of course,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said, “wherever there are strong personalities there is an inescapable tendency for different viewpoints to clash.”
I nodded smiling niftily.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me watchful, vigilant.
He wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing.
Durgesh was too deep for Imām Muħammad Ħasan too.
In fact, even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan admits to Imām Muħammad Ħasan in privacy with her Abbū Imām, Durgesh is too deep for her too.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan went on,
“Ůsmān bin Åffān is, in many ways, temperamentally opposed to Ǻlī Al Wahāb, and they are two largest stockholders after me and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.”
“Who else is on the board?”
“Imām Ůmar Fārūq.”
“My son, I want you to understand clearly before you make the deal with me that, my stock you are purchasing from me, does not represent a controlling interest in the corporation. Not by any manner of means. You have to purchase my entire stock for it that I’m not even authorized to sell even to anyone under the bylaws of the corporation.”
“Abbū Imām,” I smiled gracefully, “you’ve told me that already. Please try not to repeat what you have already told me.”
“Sorry, I felt it my duty to remind you it once more.”
“It’s alright. It’s crystal clear. You are the president but these other people too have large holdings.”
“That’s right.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled in the manner he was clearly relieved now.
“I understand. Never mind. Nevertheless, isn’t it a fact that if I vote with one of the other large blocks of stock, it does make a controlling interest?”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at me, still trying to understand what I was actually after.
“Well, yes and no.”
“What do you mean?” I asked smiling unwearyingly.
“Well, it’s rather difficult to work out a combination of that sort because the situation varies from time to time and person to person. There are essentially no differences of opinion except on minor matters. We are engaged in a constructive real estate development on Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands for Hindus and Musalmān Beauties who hate Pseudo Musalmīn and love Hindus. The problem is their relatives also come to the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands with them.”
“Relatives? What the hell can they do? They don’t own any real estate there.”
“They help each other.”
“The Brāhmañ and Savarñā wives of Hindus hate their Musalmān co wives.”
“They are free to divorce their Hindu husbands if they can’t adjust with their Musalmān co wives, aren’t they?”
“Sure, it’s the law.”
“Try to understand, my son. The law and practice differ practically.”*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Durgesh Åāýéshah: Honeymoon
Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and I were looking out the window of the jet as it circled to land in the Island.
We were to spend the next one month aboard a diving boat exploring the wrecks and reefs around the islands.
Her father, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, gave the trip to us as a Live in relationship present.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr told that he was very much pleased.
“Then why don’t you approve of other ashvinātam sexual relationships, Abbū?”Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr asked her Abbū naughtily.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly.
“You mean why I don’t do it boldly, openly?”
“Yes, Abbū, why not?”Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr asked more mischievously.
“Because I don’t want some crazy Musalmān terrorists every moment trying to kill me. Is it wrong my child?”
“Åāýéshah,” I admonished her, “Sheikħ Abbū is right.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was startled.
I was calling him Sheikħ Abbū while I was myself sixty two.
What his own daughter has done to him.
Is age factor really so immaterial?
A man in sixties can call him ‘Sheikħ Abbū’ because his daughter maintains Live in relationship with him?
We both were looking forward to the trip.
Both liked to dive and we would take this time really to get to know each other.
“You mean really to know me.”Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr smiled, “Because I already know you very much.”
I squeezed her proud erect breasts.
She looked around.
No one was paying any attention to us.
It was a special jet of HVS Internationals.
It was used only by the Chairman.
All the other couples were also ashvinātams.
They were also busy in the same sexual activities we were busy in.
We had started our Live in relationship the day before and spent our Live in relationship night at the Airport hotel in Atlanta.
An early wakeup call had us aboard on time.
We had not even had time to enjoy our Live in relationship being started.
This was a problem that we both were more than ready to remedy as soon as possible.
I winked at Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.
“I can’t see any Musalmān damsel in distress.”
“No obscenity, Åāýéshah.”
“Nonsense. Everything is fair in love and war.”
“And what is it, Sālī? May I ask? Love? Or War?”
“Well, don’t you?”
“No. It’s an extremely outrageous view.”
“Then why do you fuck us Musalmān Beauties?”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr winked at me.
“You don’t, and you can’t understand my dear. You are not a woman. Uncut is the best. It has the ever enjoyable foreskin that opens and shuts inside, with every stroke. Try to understand, you idiot. The Musalmīn lack it very much.”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was her parent’s pride and joy.
She had just acquired her PhD from Imam Muhammad ibn Saud Islamic University, Riyadh; a month before our Live in relationship started.
In his views, I was an ever-smartest ever-young old man and a good catch for his daughter, even if she was so young.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had been Miss everything in university; cheer leader, class president, first in her class, voted most popular, and most any other award that could be given.
She was a grand young Musalmān Beauty, standing just slightly over 5 feet tall and weighed 105 pounds.
Long silky blond hair that was so fine that a breeze would blow it out of place.
Her breasts were large and her legs were perfectly shaped.
She was the whole package rolled into one.
Men and boys had been after her since her early teens.
Because of her religious up bring she was still a virgin till her first sex with me.
I was a lot like her, except in age, of course.
I had been a good athlete in university and college.
I post graduated with honors and went right to work on myself.
Unlike Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr I was far from being a virgin.
The Live in relationship night was a grand success, even though we were limited, on time.
I used my incredible experiences with her.
I was very gentle and the pain was soon over.
She was not on the pill but still she didn’t have anything to worry.
I brought Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr to her first ever climax, and thereafter so many, before climaxing myself.
Twice more during the short night I brought her off again.
The wakeup call put a stop to our night.
The jet landed and we met Samīnah Waħīd who was from the boat.
She helped us clear customs and soon had us loaded and on their way.
My eyes liked to have fallen out of my head when I saw her.
Her shin was of the pink color.
She had on white shorts and a tank top.
It was plain to see that she didn’t wear a bra, as her nipples were easy to see through the top.
The white shorts highlighted her long legs.
It was a good thing that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wasn’t the jealous type.
She had to punch me in the ribs to get me back to earth.
I smiled boldly at Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr that I had been caught looking.
Samīnah Waħīd explained on the ride that Salīm Jahāngīr, her husband, and his brother, along with her, made up the crew on the boat.
‘Sālé, Salīm Jahāngīr,’ I smiled to myself, “Your wife, Samīnah Waħīd, is very beautiful. I doubt very much she’d like to remain with you anymore.’
Another couple had been scheduled but something came up and they would come later.
They would leave as soon as they could get loaded and would be out to sea, most of the one month.
Coming in only to get supplies when we needed them.
Both men met us at the dock and helped us get our gear aboard.
Salīm Jahāngīr was a tall light skinned man and Āsif Jahāngīr was larger and darker than his brother was.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr watched Salīm Jahāngīr and Āsif Jahāngīr both, then she smiled at me.
I looked at her questioningly.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr’s eyes went dreamy suddenly.
“No doubt I have the nicest looking man, even at his sixties. I’m proud of my choice of my life partner.”
I smiled at her with a hard hug.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could feel my hard body against hers.
She felt a stirring in her stomach when I pulled her tight against me when I hug her.
I held the hug, a second longer than necessary, before releasing her to hug Samīnah Waħīd.
When I turned her lose she was slightly flushed.
Salīm Jahāngīr hurried us aboard the boat.
I wanted to get out of the harbor before the fishing boats started returning.
They helped us store our luggage before casting off.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and I went back topside and watched as the boat left the harbor.
It was a beautiful sight with the clear blue water.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and I stood at the bow of the boat; each of us was thinking how much fun the next one month would be.
Once in open water, Salīm Jahāngīr set the boat on automatic pilot and called us all, together.
“I like to go over all the do’s and don’ts as soon as we get underway. First off we are here to have a good time. When diving, you must dive in pairs at all times. If one of you wants to dive then one of us will go with you. You have free run of the boat, including the galley.
“We will prepare the regular meals but you are welcome to help anytime.
“Once we leave land, you may dress with as little, or as much, as you desire. The only time this will change is if we put in to port. You must be dressed when we dock. The crew will follow your lead. We don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable during the trip. This is to be a fun filled one month, one you can remember for years to come.”
When he finished, and after a little small talk, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and I excused ourselves to go to our cabin and get out of our traveling clothes.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr said,
“Can you believe I said that we could go nude?”
“I am not surprised. But I guess they do things a little different down here. I wouldn’t mind seeing Samīnah Waħīd without her suit on.”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr said,
I pulled her to me,
“Sālī, if you will get out of that dress I’ll do more than only to drop my pants.”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr quickly stripped and bounced up on the bed.
She may have been a virgin yesterday, but after last night, she was ready for me again.
She liked the sex and wanted it very much more from me.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr spread her legs and reached her arms up toward me.
I wasn’t far behind her getting naked.
I was on my knees between her outstretched legs.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was so young and fresh that I could not resist rubbing my Uncut Hindu Prick across the lips and onto her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit.
“Don’t do that, I would die of unquenchable desire.”
“Then what are you waiting for, you old idiot? Why don’t you do just what are you telling me?”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pulled me on her.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr shouted.
“Yā Allaaaaah! Ui Allaaaaah! I’m dead.”
“Sālī, said I am an old idiot.”
“Yā Allaaaaah! Ui Allaaaaah! That’s what you are, nevertheless.”
“Want to get fucked till you die?”
“Of course. You old man, you fuck old Musalmān Beauties only. They are already so much fucked that they are satisfied even when you enter them. Fuck us fresh young Musalmān Beauties and find out how difficult it is to ride on us fresh Musalmān mares.”
“Don’t you dare me ever, Sālī.”
“I dare you old Hindu idiot. Stop enjoying old second, and even third hand, used Musalmān Beauties. Accept the real challenge. Deflower us fresh young Musalmān Beauties of eighteen to twenty eight, and face the real, ever unconquerable, Musalmān lust of us Musalmān Beauties. The real Musalmān heat is not in between the mature Musalmān Beauties’ legs. The real Musalmān inferno is between the legs of the young fresh Musalmān Beauties of eighteen to twenty eight. If you are really as sexiest as your Musalmān Beauties claim, why don’t you face the genuine Musalmān inferno? Why do you waste your time with already extinguishing Musalmān fires? We challenge you. Come on to the battlefield. If you are really a Hindu and really interested in us Musalmān Beauties. Come on. Let’s see who is the hottest, we Musalmān Beauties or you, the so called Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt!. Bismillahirraħmānirraħīm. Allaho Akbar.
For as long as I can remember Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s Ammī, Umm al-Kħair Salma bint Shakħr ibn Åāmir ibn Ka’ab ibn Sa’ad ibn Taåīm, had always been a domineering bitch.
She seemed to derive enjoyment from humiliating people especially members of her own family.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr always wondered.
Yet, he could never understand why his Ammī, Umm al-Kħair Salma bint Shakħr ibn Åāmir ibn Ka’ab ibn Sa’ad ibn Taåīm, was so against her own family members?
But why his own Ammī alone?
He has seen his friends Ammīs too.
Ůmar Fārūq’s Ammī, Zaħħāk kanīz-e- Åbdul Muttalib, was also similarly somewhat less or more dominant.
Ůsmān bin Åffān’s Ammī, Ůrwah bint Karīz, was also similarly somewhat less or more dominant.
Suddenly, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr shivered immensely.
He had seen something else too.
Ůsmān bin Åffān’s Ammī, Ůrwah bint Karīz, and her husband Åffān bin Abu al-As, Both of them recently turned thirty.
Shortly after Åffān bin Abu al-As and Ůrwah bint Karīz graduated from college they went to work in sales for different companies in Tampa, Florida.
A mutual friend introduced them and they hit it off immediately, two years from their first date they married.
Åffān bin Abu al-As was different than most of the people Ůrwah bint Karīz met in college.
He was kind, respectful and he always had manners.
Åffān bin Abu al-As also did not try and sleep with Ůrwah bint Karīz right away.
Most of the jerks in college did, they were either jock types or frat boys.
In fact, after they met, Åffān bin Abu al-As and Ůrwah bint Karīz did not do anything sexually for 3 weeks.
Ůrwah bint Karīz finally gave him a blowjob and two weeks later, they went all the way.
Ůrwah bint Karīz had not been with many people and compared to the drunken college and high school two-minute boys Åffān bin Abu al-As was a great lover.
Åffān bin Abu al-As was not huge, only three inches hard but was a very attentive lover and gave great oral sex.
She immediately hid herself behind a curtain.
She was immensely frightened that I may fuck Ůrwah bint Karīz as well if I saw her there.
Ůrwah bint Karīz, contrary to the other Musalmān Beauties, hated me very much.
It was beyond her imagination that she herself let me fuck her.
Ůrwah bint Karīz’s sex life was fine for first five years of her marriage and then they both got busy in their careers.
They got promotions and their sex life kind of got stale during that time in their lives.
It became secondary almost.
Even Ůrwah bint Karīz never cared it damn.
It was normal in Musalmīn, Christians and Jews all.
Only the Hindus were so sex addicted that they never considered their sex life secondary.
For sex addicted Hindus their sex life was always primary and most important.
During this period, Ůrwah bint Karīz began to find porno and cuckold websites on their computer.
At first Ůrwah bint Karīz felt like there was something wrong with Ůrwah bint Karīz that Åffān bin Abu al-As would have to resort to porno.
Ůrwah bint Karīz wasn’t sure what to do, whether to confront Åffān bin Abu al-As or let it go.
The more Ůrwah bint Karīz thought about it the more curious Ůrwah bint Karīz got, but still remained quiet.
Her curiosity peaked when Ůrwah bint Karīz saw the type of porno Åffān bin Abu al-As enjoyed.
Others would go out on dates or meet for lunch and then have passionate affairs while the royal Sheikħ Musalmān husband would sit at home yearning for his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife and waiting for her to tell him how hot her date was.
Ůrwah bint Karīz could have never imagined Åffān bin Abu al-As watching Hindus with much larger Uncut Hindu Cock fucking these Musalmān Beauties or even having him watch Ůrwah bint Karīz with Durgesh.
The websites were what really stirred her interests.
Ůrwah bint Karīz checked the history in the browser and Åffān bin Abu al-As was visiting hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife and cuckold sites almost daily for the past year.
Ůrwah bint Karīz was shocked at first, but then Ůrwah bint Karīz wondered if Åffān bin Abu al-As thought about her having sex with other Hindus.
She shivered immeasurably.
With other Hindus?
She avoided Durgesh even while Al Navīdah Al Aslam was continuously trying to make her fuck Durgesh and enjoy the spectacular sex, love and social life, every possible field of active life, Al Navīdah Al Aslam herself was enjoying.
Yet, suddenly, for some odd reason the thought turned Ůrwah bint Karīz on.
Åffān bin Abu al-As had always been controlling in the relationship in subtle ways such as with money and when making major decisions.
Deep down, Ůrwah bint Karīz was a little resentful.
Ůrwah bint Karīz made more money even, than Åffān bin Abu al-As, but Ůrwah bint Karīz never asserted herself because of her upbringing.
Watching her Ammījān for all those years deferring to her Abbū had an impression on Ůrwah bint Karīz.
The whole thing started to perplex her as Ůrwah bint Karīz began to notice Åffān bin Abu al-As being more submissive in bed.
The more Ůrwah bint Karīz asserted herself in bed the more he seemed to like it.
Ůrwah bint Karīz had never been aggressive sexually but Ůrwah bint Karīz enjoyed her new sense of power over her royal Sheikħ Musalmān husband.
One night in bed, while they were playing, Ůrwah bint Karīz startled Åffān bin Abu al-As when Ůrwah bint Karīz said,
“What’s a hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife?”
He tried to be coy about it and say he didn’t know.
But Ůrwah bint Karīz told him that she had found the sites on the Internet that he was looking at.
Åffān bin Abu al-As actually blushed when Ůrwah bint Karīz approached the subject the following night and he confessed it was quite the turn on.
He thought Ůrwah bint Karīz was trying to trick him, at first.
He was hesitant.
Ůrwah bint Karīz asked him if he ever thought about her being a hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife.
He fumbled for words, said no, so Ůrwah bint Karīz kind of sulked and said,
“That’s too bad because the thought turns me on too.”
Åffān bin Abu al-As blurted out,
“Are you serious? Would you ever do such a thing, Ůrwah bint Karīz?”
Ůrwah bint Karīz wanted to ask him,
“Why not, impotent? If you yourself love it? You can’t do ever what I’ve seen Durgesh doing to Navīdah Aslam. Al Navīdah Al Aslam is so happy. Why shouldn’t I, then?”
But she controlled herself.
Ůrwah bint Karīz told him she didn’t think she could in real life, but the fantasy seemed exciting.
At that time, Ůrwah bint Karīz didn’t know where this was going to, but Ůrwah bint Karīz did want to spice up their sex life by letting Åffān bin Abu al-As know it was ok to have fantasies.
What was the use?
Isn’t Åffān bin Abu al-As an Imām now?
Muħammad Åbdullah took the stairs.
He avoided elevators deliberately.
The foolish agents of foolish Musalmīn might be watching the elevators for him.
All the royal sheikhs were united.
But it was not easy to keep them united.
His Ammījān, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, neither does understand it, nor does she want to understand it ever.
Her sixteen nudist daughters could exploit her very well.
Muħammad Åbdullah is immaterial.
What an elite feminist his Ammījān, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah is.
Her sixteen nudist daughters, Muħammad Åbdullah’s sisters, were also ardent feminists.
The seventeen qayāmats have taken the impossible vow that they would rule the Islamic world from now on.
And for it, they have established Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club everywhere globally.
Now, they are purchasing islands for it too.
Muħammad Åbdullah was headed for the first floor of the building.
His driver, Åbdullah, was waiting for Muħammad Åbdullah there.
Åbdullah, Muħammad, Abu Bakr, Ůmar, Fārūq, Ůsmān, and Ålī, were common names now in Islamic world.
His own father was named Åbdullah.
His own name was Muħammad.
His driver, Åbdullah, was a large man.
Physically he was a giant, as Muħammad Åbdullah himself was.
But does it matter?
Åbdullah wore a black suit with black western boots and black sunglasses.
The boots and sunglasses were removed only when Åbdullah showered and slept.
Muħammad Åbdullah opened a door without knocking.
Quite confidently, Muħammad Åbdullah interrupted the meeting.
The meeting had been in progress for hours.
The four royal Sheikħs, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq, Ůsmān bin Åffān, and Ålī Al Wahāb were watching the videotaped incidents of their own, and their household ladies with Durgesh and other Hindus.
It was all videotaped.
Nothing was left out.
What a porn!
All the rest of the porn was nothing as compared to it.
The assorted support staff of all the four royal Sheikħs, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq, Ůsmān bin Åffān, and Ålī Al Wahāb was also there, as they could really match wits with Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
It was ridiculous.
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ was a giant not only physically but mentally too as well.
And he was with the Musalmān Beauties.
The tape stopped just seconds after Muħammad Åbdullah burst in.
Then Muħammad Åbdullah left the room.
Åbdullah followed him.
They went through a narrow library to another hallway.
Muħammad Åbdullah barged through another door and cautioned another bunch of royal Sheikħs.
Al Saåūd family was a big royal family.
So many times before, even, it was threatened.
Yet it was never threatened before in this way.
Total ninety-six royal Sheikħs were present there.
They had been carefully selected by all the Islamic countries to represent them in this jihad against the ever-dirtiest conspiracy against them.
The millions had already been spent only to gain time.
Even the services of Durgesh are taken for it.
“Great! Your people are taking care of me the best I think.”
“We thank you for accepting the role of the mediator.”
“I never expected a Sheikħzādī of royal Al Saåūd family itself will entertain me.”
“Well, I am not with them, but I don’t have any option.” Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd watched me gravely.
“What else so that I can’t refuse to do what they want me to do?”
“For me? Don’t be.”
Blonde, nice complexion, big limpid eyes, beautiful legs, high breasts, big buttocks, a sophisticated look, and a little perfume as costly as only royal persons could afford.
She was anywhere between twenty-eight and thirty-two.
I got to behind the wheel of my Mercedes.
No driver was allowed, neither male, nor even female.
“You people do not believe even me.” I smiled.
“They people.”Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd protested, “I’m not one of them, remember.”
“It’s okay.”Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd slid gracefully beside me.
She was, I conceded to myself, quite a package: curves in the right places, eyes, complexion, legs, and clothes: a grand temptation.
I wondered what she had done in her past she could not afford to be disclosed.
Even if she had to entertain me as a mole.
“Which way?” I asked.
Her right palm reached between my legs.
The response was immense.
I immediately hardened to the extreme.
Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd smiled.
“That you’ve honored my femininity.”
“Don’t do it, if you don’t want to.”
“Thanks. But I can’t afford it.”
“I would never tell them you didn’t entertain me.”
Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd grabbed my Uncut Hindu Prick.
“They are not damnfools. Your Mercedes has hidden telecameras now. They are watching and recording everything.”
“Don’t feel sorry for me. It’s all right. I’ve made up my mind before I came here.”
“Who are the real personalities behind all this game?”
“If I knew them, I would have killed the bitches.”Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd gritted her teeth.
“Yes. Some horniest mastermind houseladies of our own Al Saåūd royal family have vowed to dethrone our cuckolded royal Sheikħ males, and replace them themselves.”
“You don’t know who they are?”
“No one knows who they are.”Sheikħzādī Ruqayyah Al Saåūd said grimly.
“But they are bitches however, not the males?”
“But they are bitches however, not the males.”
“Sure. Keep driving straight ahead.”
“Where are we headed for?”
“To a gift to you.”
“As their gratitude to you that you accepted to be their mediator between the Cuckolded “Wretched” royal Sheikħs and them.”
“I see. I’ll be damned.”
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24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20
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36. Sālī, Ammījān!
50. Hell, I revolt
70. I live with him
79. Under Open Sky
87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13
88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14
89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
124. The women in my life
145. She protested
147. The threesome
149. The Chairman: 1
150. The Chairman: 2
151. The Chairman: 3
152. The Chairman: 4
153. The Chairman: 5
154. An Underworld Don: 1
155. An Underworld Don: 2
156. An Underworld Don: 3
157. An Underworld Don: 4
158. An Underworld Don: 5
159. An Underworld Don: 6
160. An Underworld Don: 7
161. An Underworld Don: 8
162. An Underworld Don: 9
163. An Underworld Don: 10
164. Age no bar: 1
165. Age no bar: 2
177. The Extent: 3
178. The Extent: 4
179. The Extent: 5
180. The Extent: 6
181. The Extent: 7
182. The Extent: 8
183. The Extent: 9
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1
More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
39. Saamved: Mantr 1