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 is awful. An... the people who come to his mosque are awful. Except my cousin, obviously. THIS AGAIN! I kill this guy five times now!”“But you want me to give him money?”“Asim says he does good things. And you know, zakat.”“Beg pardon?”“Zakat. Charity. It is one of the five pillars. You give two and a half percent of your wealth to charity each year. And it can only be used. I got on the train in a first class carriage (using the card he gave me to pay for his dry cleaning and that was going to pay for a good night out for me and a couple of friends tonight) and was joined a couple of minutes later by a hot looking guy who smiled nicely and sat opposite me, we got talking and I told him what happened he said I should get my own back so I explained I had one of his credit cards and was going to max it out before I told him to get lost, he thought that was funny and. Soon I just fucked him with a comfortable length of the thing. He responded with vocal approval which I rewarded with spanking and he thanked me for the privilege. I pulled the dildo from his body and despite my plans found myself plunging my cock into his arse in one powerful thrust and giving him a few hard fuckstrokes before my plans took over and somehow I managed to pull out. I spanked him again to break the spell of his pussy and he thanked me once more. “Sit on the edge of the bed. Legs. " Caressing her, illustrating her contradictions, his hands swept from top to bottom, from hair and face and neck, along arms to hands, and along the sides to her feet and up inside, across her anus and pussy and tummy until they stopped at his favorite feature, weighing the flesh, pressing into them gently, thumbing her nipples. And he would pause his words for a soft kiss throughout, sustaining the kiss while his hands thoroughly explored her breasts, the kiss heating up and becoming chaotic.