She is caught and roughhoused back. Women scratching her flesh, men squeezing her hard. A hand crashes into the side of her face and she stumbles… ...alls. As a mass of feet and circle about her body, her soul dives inward: a fragile bird retreating to the safety within. Darkness overcomes her… * * * * * Sore eyes flutter… she is aware of cool silk lying over her, under her. A soft embroidered pillow cradles her head. She stirs slightly, turning onto her back, and immediately cries out as a. "I... I... you..." And, like a summer squall overpowering a hot and humid day, her face collapsed into a series of sobs she could not stop. She stood there, hands to her cheeks, looking forlornly at me, and cried.As hard as I tried to be, I could not be that cold-hearted. I took her hand and led her into the living room, and sat down beside her on the couch facing the cold fireplace. I waited until the squall passed, holding her hand passively, until she took it away to rummage in her coat. And he’s also a brilliant scholar, having won many prizes awarded to top students in the civil engineering program at Carleton University. If only he was Muslim, that’s what I would sigh about as I lay on my bed, just another sexually frustrated single Muslim sister in Ottawa. Well, it looks like my days of singlehood are coming to an end. I saw a tall and handsome brother dressed in Islamic robes coming out of the bookstore inside the Saint Laurent Mall. Imagine my surprise when I realized. 'Enthusiastic' would be the word for it, and Tara enjoyed that. Sometimes he would masturbate after words, but sometimes he'd wait to do that later at home. The situation seemed perfectly suited to the both of them."Ughhgod, FUCK ME!" e could hear Tara saying as her pussy took such a urgent pounding; and hearing her say that caused his small penis to stiffen all the more, which, in turn, caused the cock ring portion of the chastity cage to press more firmly against the back side of his.