His body felt so good against my hands. He wasn't all muscle, but he was nowhere near fat, the perfect in-between of toned body. He took my jaw in his...hand and I was to my knees, our lips almost touching. I let out a soft gasp as his fingers started playing with my earlobe, my eyes meeting his gray-blue ones. “Stop teasing me,” I growled. He chuckled. “I don't think you're really in the position to be making demands love,” he whispered. But to my surprise, he pushed my hair to the side and. I’d have guessed they were on their way to one of the grandiose mosques, not this local one with the ambiance of a Protestant morgue. It was busy outside. I felt uncomfortable passing through the crowd, because I was clearly not on my way inside and therefore the devil, but I wanted to get to the coffee shop before the mall doors closed.“CARSTAIRS!” yelled an all too familiar voice. I froze.“CARSTAIRS! HERE!”No! Not him! I was surrounded by a lot of traditionally dressed Saudi men, so I. Good slut. I released her hair and she bobbed back a bit to get my cock out of her mouth. She then did that thing that whores do and put her hand round the base of my cock. They do this to spare themselves getting the whole thing down their throats. They try to make out it looks cutesie. Who knows where the tall one had learned this from - probably watching pornos with her friends.I was having none of it. I slapped her face. "None of those whore tricks" I told her. "Do that again and I will tie. . faces, were only half-shaded with any measure of shame! Christ, was he somehow wrong? Or had he actually seen what he had?"You little Bitch! I'm about to uncork the facts of life on you!" he determinedly spat. "On both of you... you loving wives who secretly eat out each other's cunt on the side and then pretend sacred marital love for your husbands!" Oh... oh God!" Jean managed to stammer. "Y-You don't understand, Darling... !" The feeling's mutual, Baby! You don't understand either!" Mark.