My name is Farah Al-Mokhtar, and I was born in the City of Khor Angar in the Republic of Djibouti. I’ve been living in the City of Ottawa, Province ...f Ontario, for the past fifteen years. I’m twenty years old. A lot of people are surprised when I tell them that I am a Christian. While it’s true that the Republic of Djibouti is ninety four percent Muslim, six percent of the total population of my native land is Christian…and growing. Religious freedom is a cornerstone of Djibouti society, even. We had our group. We knew each other. We had time for each other, but no time to waste on getting any strange. Besides, no matter how sexy those other people might be, we loved each other. We had all formed a weird, mystical family bond with one another. We were a family now, a tribe even, but we had reached our limit. We would be raising another generation as well, so that had to be a priority as well.My fantasies had come true, but there was always a price, and that tag was simple: I was. I took it in my mouth as he sat on my chest. He was making a motion as if he was trying to mouth fuck me. I didn’t like the taste but I was enjoying a lot. Sir was ready to be dominating so he took his cock out of mouth and slapped my cock a couple of times. It hurt a bit and I let out a soft moan. He sucked it slowly and he even gave in a few bites down there. It hurt but I let it out in moans. I think both of us knew it was time for him to fuck me. I had no idea how it would go.He told me go. " That's for the lawyers and a judge to decide. Now get your sorry ass out of my sight."I guess a man in the house with a gun made them nervous because instead of moving to the spare bedroom they left the house. I had a couple of stiff drinks and then I went to bed.I knew that our marriage was in trouble, but until that night I guess I didn't realize just how bad I'd let things get. Mary Kaye and I had been married twelve years and as marriages go it was probably like most marriages. We had our.