So here is a basic overview1. Obeying one’s husband in religiously permissible issues2. Submission to one’s husband in sleeping together, sexual p...easure, and lovemaking; except where religiously prohibited3. Trustworthiness and preservation of the property of one’s husband4. Preserving one’s modesty and chastity5. Getting permission from one’s husband in exiting the houseAnd this is where all these deep naughty filthy ideas stem from ... as a man i was always taught to respect woman care for. After a few times, I picked up on it. The whole time she was doing this she was still working those fingers on my ps. Now she has them going inside stroking them inside me starting out with one and soon she put her two fingering me. we are kissing on and off. I feel her fingers going inside me rushing in and out faster and faster and faster as I too begin picking up the stroking of her d more and more and more. the more she strokes her fingers inside me the more I pick up the stroking of her d. . the lot.She wandered to the very end of one aisle which had a dark heavy curtain pulled across a door hole.As she approached it she could here moaning and groaning noises, she was intrigued, she crept towards the curtain and peered through the edge of it. To her utter amazement there in front of her was a young black man in his early 20’s sat on a grubby settee with his trousers around his ankles wanking him self off to a interracial porno on a large tv screen.His cock was massive and Amanda. His eyes were red. I doubted he'd gone to bed at all. "I kind of like it."Gods no. My knees went weak. Tears stung at my eyes; I wanted to die. I left home to escape that nickname and the judgement it represented.My name was Mistë, not Mintë. The words were similar but so very far apart. Mistë meant the beauty of falling rain. It was a noble, graceful name, full of nature's wonder. Mintë meant small woman. Small. And applied to me it could only mean one thing. The blush reached my tiny breasts.