"It's nice, just enjoying it." She tweaked one nipple, enjoying watching it harden up. I sighed gently. "To the dare, then..." she said.She was tiptoe...ng down the hallway before I regained my senses. I followed her out the door, my breasts conspicuous in the hallway light. We snuck through my parent's room into the bathroom, both of us giggling. The massager is pretty heavy. She felt the weight of it as she looked at me awkwardly, flipped the switch to turn it on, experimented with opening her. It sounded almost like a man’s voice.“I didn’t know they made you do that. I didn’t know you were a prisoner.”There was silence for a moment. “Who are you talking to?” she said in that same deep voice.“You!” I reached out to touch her, but a glass wall got in the way. Maybe that’s why her voice sounded funny.“I’d rescue you if I could, but I don’t know how to get to you.”“Bec?” She sounded confused. She lay there, with her mouth open like she didn’t know what to say. She lay there, looking at. Jis ka figure 36-32-38 hai..age 32 ki hai…etne sexy k ik dafa dekhne se lun ka bura haal ho jata hai .. ek din mene aunty k no. par call ki aur maine aunty k bete k bare mein pusha aur aunty boli wo school hai…main aunty te baat karna chahta tha aunty te ok bol k cell ko ese hi rakh diya wo samzi hogi k maine call kat di but main aunty ki awaz sun raha tha ..aunty apni kissi friend se baat kar rahi thi aur kisi aur se chudne ki story usse bata rahi thi…idhar mera 7′ inch ka lun faratte maar. She knew that this was the last straw, after this there would be no going back. Her hands trembled as she reached for the pins holding the hijab in place. She took out the pins and began to undo the hijab, her hands were still shaking. Slowly the hijab came off as her long black raven hair cascaded down her back. Fahima let go of the red cum stained hijab as it slowly fell to the floor. Donte couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched this sexy Muslim housewife completely surrender to him.