I was still all wet between my thighs. A feel of erotic sensation was keeping me aroused.At one point I wanted to take another shower as I was feeling...sticky down there. But in the very next moment, I changed my mind. Rather I was enjoying the wet sticky feeling between the walls of my pussy. I laid down on my bed totally lost thinking about what happened down at the breakfast table.My husband joined me in bed after some time. He kept on chatting with me for some time. But my mind was still. After all the effort he had put into keeping the stupid earrings, he wasn't going to let them get lost now! The earring seemed to have fallen to the floor of the car by Jughead's feet. Instinctively, he bent down to pick it up. As he leaned his head over Jughead's lap, one of his new breasts brushed up against Jughead's leg, it's soft flesh flattening against the firm muscles of Jughead's thigh. Archie spent a minute or so running his hand across the floor looking for the jewelry to no. Lately, I’ve been suffocating under the burdens of my Islamic faith, Somali culture and the iron-clad rules of tradition. Something had to give. And the results stunned me. Man have I got a story for you today, dear reader. A little over a month ago, I met this guy named Elijah Morrison. A six-foot-tall, lean and athletic, ruggedly good-looking brother of Jamaican descent who studies criminal justice at the University of Ottawa. I was walking through the Rideau Center and stopped to buy some. Then I heard the loud chanting. I could feel the rush of adrenaline pulsing through my veins my breathing quickened."fuck that ass." "fuck that ass." fuck that ass." Oh no, what have I gotten myself into? My fantasy of complete submission was out of control. I had a strong sense of danger.Hands.Strong hands grabbed my ass forcefully pulling my cheeks apart exposing my vulnerability. I felt a slippery hardness probing searching for my weakness. I wanted to say be gentle but my ball-gag prevented.