She unhooked the security chain and opened the door."I guess you saw the notice on the door" Jonas said. Staci nodded a yes. Jonas said, "If I might b... allowed to come in and talk with you I might be able to help you with your problem."Staci, hoping for a miracle, stepped back and let Jonas in. She offered him a cup of tea and when he accepted she led him into the kitchen and invited him to sit down at the table. Staci served Jonas his cup of tea and then sat down across from him to listen to. A few minutes later, while he was licking the head of my cock - I told him not to put my cock in his mouth b/c I would blow instantly - he has two fingers inside of my asshole. I couldn't take it any longer and told him, "I want you to put that cock of yours in my ass. I want to feel you stretch me wide, taking your time to let me adjust and then I want you to fuck me until you cum inside of my ass".He flipped me over and pulled my hips toward him. Teasing me at first, just rubbing his cock. That boy is set for life as it is.”Asim resumed his game, to try out the tactic I had suggested.“Just give it to the Imam.”“WHAT?”“Give it to the Imam. He knows all the good charities. Omar gives him money all the time. NO NO NO, DON’T WALK INTO WALL, you idiot!”I could have said something acerbic about my money ending up funding research into suicide vests, but I didn’t. What’s the point, anyway.“I’m sure the Imam is a lovely man, but I’ll figure it out for myself.”“HA! No, he isn’t. That man. After, he takes another hand, inserts two fingers into me, wet and swollen. Moaning, he thrusts slowly, using the thumb of his other hand on my clitoris, turning little circles and tracing figure-eights. Kissing my cheeks and legs, I feel his tongue flick across my clitoris at times. I know he’s not all that big on taste, which makes me even more wet knowing he’s doing this for more of my benefit. He increases speed, pressure, making me whimper and squeeze the counter top, my legs weak. I can.