Shots of her holding a bow and arrow. Shots of her playing rugby with some other girls, all of whom wore the hijab. Damn. I wasn’t expecting that. I...saw pictures of her with guys, regular-looking, non-bearded, and very western-looking guys. Not the bearded and conservatively dressed Muslim dudes I expected. Cool. I was about to click off for the evening when I got a PM from Fowziyah. Curious, I opened the chat feature, and sent her a greeting. As Salam Alaikum my friend, Fowziyah typed, by way. She handed it back to him, and then looking back down to his dick, she asked. “So what do you plan to do after this? ... Give you cock a nice whacking?”“Maybe.” Tommy replied sheepishly.Emily’s smile suddenly disappeared and was replaced with her pissed off look. “Don’t give me this MAYBE shit. Now are you, or are you not going to beat off after this? And I want a straight yes or no answer!”Tommy’s face turned even redder than it was, but he found that he was upset with himself as well. She was. I’d want you to make an honest woman out of me so we could share everything.“So you want to marry me?” I asked incredulously.“Well that’s not the most romantic proposal I’ve ever heard but yes David, I accept.”I lay there for a moment with the wheels spinning in my head before I said, “Ok my dear, before I propose properly I must say that I’ll need to consult with my attorney to have him draw up papers that protect both of us. You’re taking a huge risk quitting your job and you need to make. I decided to hold nothing back on this little test. I dressed very provocatively, wearing a micromini denim skirt which rode low on my hips and a white shorty tanktop without a bra, of course. Did I wear any panties? Of course not.When I walked into the research area, Phil was sitting at the usual table. He looked up and saw me and smiled. He then looked me slowly up and down, repeatedly. I sat down next to him. “Mari,” he whispered, “That is a dangerous outfit to be wearing out on the street..