I rub my aching fanny for a brief moment, long enough to soak my fingers in my own juices. Spreading my legs, I quickly bring myself forward, straddli...g the midsection of the chair. I land on my belly at the foot end of the chair with my fingers in my mouth, sucking away. I do taste good. From the reaction I get, the men in the room highly approve and would most likely wish to join me. With that, I reach down and start to masturbate, my arse again in the air. I contain myself, though. I still. If a Muslim man is allowed to date and even marry Christian women and Jewish women, because they’re People of the Book, why shouldn’t a Muslim woman be allowed to marry a Jewish guy or a Christian guy? I discussed this with Yasmin Hussein many times. Even though Yasmin agreed that there was a lot of sexism in the Muslim world, she didn’t dare question anything written in her people’s holy book. The double standard in interfaith marriage rules for Muslim women and Muslim men was something that. Her body calls to me. My loins immediately stir. Is this just an attraction of the flesh or is something else at play? What I know for certain is I am being tested - in my commitment to my marriage and my commitment to the Word. Her offered body speaks to my flesh, for my heart does not long for this. I am ashamed my cock betrays my teachings and strains to be freed. Temptation is a powerful weapon against the soul. No one will know keeps playing in my mind.~~~I watch her stalk toward her car.. At a guess, I'd say there were approximately thirty people present, all circulating smoothly between the three rooms. Kat introduced me to some of the crowd. They seemed a friendly enough bunch, not really the gang of yobs I had half-expected Kat to hang around with.For the first hour I followed Kat around like a lost puppy as she moved from one group to another, flirting with guys and saying hello to friends. It seemed that every time I took a sip from my glass someone was at my elbow offering.