Frankie obliged as she felt herself starfish on the bed her legs and arms bound to the posts with the scarves.“Right” said Gaz “we are going to ...lay a guessing game are you ready for your first object” “Mmmm yes please, what have you got for me?” Frankie replied. “Well you will just have to wait and see, I am going to play with your body with various objects and you are going to have guess what the object is, is that ok?” he asked.“Mmmm, whatever can they be”? Frankie whispered as the first. I’m pretty sure Fathiyah’s father was more incensed by the fact that a Black man was dating his Arab daughter than by the fact that I am not Muslim. Let me clarify things a bit for you, ladies and gentlemen. I’ve got Somali Muslim friends back in Ottawa. My Somali friend Abdirahman told me that the last time he tried dating a Tunisian Muslim lady, her father also got really mad and they eventually split up. Now, since both Abdirahman and his lady friend are Muslims, what’s the problem? Racism.. We think he was tipped off.”“By whom?” Lucas demanded.“We’re working on it. Should know before the end of the day.”Clive Barrett nodded in agreement.Lucas picked up the phone. “Marcie, I need to see the President.” He waited, then nodded. Hanging up, he stood. “Let’s go.”President Joseph Richards, sitting at his desk, handed a folder to his secretary as they entered. She left the Oval office, closing the door behind her.Richards presented a patrician image, tall, slim, with sharp brown eyes and. I felt something brush across my balls and then beside my hard cock. It was hard and very big. OMG it was his cock lying against mine on my nylon panty. His balls rested on mine and they seemed huge compared to mine, I could feel the weight of them against me. He stopped moving and I could feel him breathing heavily.Then he began to move, his cock pushed up and down along the side of mine. The only thing that separated us was the thin almost sheer nylon. With each thrust I felt the nylon move.