Of the four remaining chests, Violet picked one. Persephone handed her a key. There was a twenty-five percent chance that the key would fit. It did. V...olet threw open the chest lid like a kid would open a box with a new BB gun. They couldn't open just one of the seventy-five little pasteboard boxes. They had to open each one. Krugerrands, seventy five boxes of twelve one ounce Krugerrands. Fifty-six pounds of gold. No wonder they had to use a dolly. Violet was disappointed.How can a person be. He leaned forward in his chair with an appreciative grunt as his eyes flitted from pebbled nipples around the pleasing taper of my waist to the bulge of my mound.“Widen your legs, Melanie,” he said.I closed my eyes and did just what he told me. Hands glided up one thigh and down the smoothness of the other. When he kissed my stomach I moaned his name, and when his fingers traced my furrow I staggered and leaned on the desk for support.I whimpered ever so slightly as my breasts filled his mouth,. " Or so she imagined he would say. She had put it all on herself, the blindfold, gag and cuffs, as she was instructed. He liked this submission, this admission that this was not forced but her own desire. It freed him of the guilt he'd been taught to feel, he was free to use her the way she needed him to.He took hold of the cuffs that she put on, gently fastened them, her hands behind her back. She could feel his eyes devouring her exposed flesh, drinking in her nakedness and. . fit to take care of them. I married her, because the Prophet says: ‘The one who looks after a widow is like a Mujahid.’ But she doesn’t like me. So I decided it was best to let her live in their home in Hail, and take care of my niece and nephew myself.”I almost gasped. This man married a widow against her will and then took away her kids?! What the actual fuck?! Obviously I was quite keen to give him an earful about this, but Asim just nodded. He felt his cousin had done the right thing. And.