’ She laughed at that and was obviously feeling better. ‘We had better leave or we’ll miss the show.’ I said. She seemed very disappointed at ...hat. ‘Don’t you want to see the show? ‘ I asked. ‘Would you think I was awful if I stayed here and you go on your own,’ she said coyly, looking up at me like a helpless little girl. ‘Will you be all right her on your own?’ I asked. ‘Oh yes Darling I will.’ ‘Will you behave like a slut, if I leave you here?’ I said as my cock was threatening to burst out. The wound did not damage any organs and wasmore superficial than it looked. There was a lot of bleeding though andyour swift action compressing the wound saved him from severe bloodloss. He is going to have a scar across his stomach but he should be upand around in a couple of days. He will have to take it very easy untilthe wound heals. I think we will keep him in for a couple of days, thenyou can take him home."The police had already interviewed Tim and me and taken statements. Aquick witted. Why then was Zaid frustrated? Unfortunately for Zaid, Jamilia though a loyal and loving wife, had no interest in sex. Sex, in Jamilia’s opinion was for procreation, not particularly for enjoyment. She disapproved of the English girls and women who visited their shops wearing revealing clothes and forbade her sons to yield to temptation and seek enjoyment with white girls. Zaid and Jamilia’s daughters did not act or dress like the white girls. They had respect for themselves and dressed. He leads her outside to his awaiting car. He opens the door and helps her in to her seat. Taking her bag he throws it into the trunk before making his way to his seat. He looks over at her before he starts the ignition: her back pressed into the seat, her legs spread to the ends of the seat, skirt pulled up to her hips, fingers gripping the side. “Very good. Yes very good.”He pulls onto the highway, back to his place. His hand reaching over to her knee, slowly rubbing her thigh. She feels.