In the dim light, he wasa shadow, barely more. We sat, no more than a moment, perhaps, twoshadows in darkening room.Then he sighed, and stood, and ste...ped back into the kitchen. A clunkof pan on stove, hiss of butter melting. Creak of icebox door. Itwasn't like the way you sometimes let things clatter, make themclatter, on a chore you do not want to do, to make sure that someoneelse has got the message. It was just the sound of supper coming.Nothing more. He laid a plate before me, set his own. We lay there smiling and caressing.As they cleaned up and got dressed up, the bell chimed. They looked shocked and worried.I laughed.”Don’t worry, that is Salim and his Mom Asma. They are sleeping here until Usman returns” I told them.When I opened the door, Karim and Sara were sitting in sofa as if they came for a social visit and were about to leave.They wished Asma and did some small talk about kids’ education, health etc and took our leave.As Salim was about to go to guest bedroom his. Soft and wet is his kiss. I easily want more but I hold myself in check and just kiss Saul back.I rejoice as Saul slowly deepens the kiss. As Saul has been kissing me I have been slowly working his shirt up, stroking his sides and worming my way into his trousers. Happily Saul has been enjoying my attentions in return. He moans into my mouth and I can feel the harding length of his penis with every stroke of my hand.Saul's hands have been busy too. I can feel his long fingers and warm palm's. One in particular, stared at me and at the small bulge appearing in the front of my skirt.I was red with embarrassment, as my hard on was growing.We went there that room and into the beer garden outside.It had some bikie gang graffiti on the walls.I attempted to say something but was slapped across the face, which made stagger on my heels.“Ow Fuck.” I said, and got slapped again; making me staggers against a wall.At that point he grabbed me by the throat.“Time to start, Max’s fucking slut!” he.