With her face inches from my own she simply said “what took you so long” and with those words she locked her lips to mine. Immediately her tounge ...arted into my mouth, I returned with my own tounge, the taste of her was intoxicating.I was growing hard as she gently writhed and pressured herself against my crotch. She took a step back and guided my hand up the inside of her skirt, the back of my hand brushed against her smooth inner thigh and she gave a light gasp, she continued to guide my hand. I honestly respect all religions, but it seems to me that Islam has ten thousand rules that Muslim women have to follow and only one rule for Muslim men. Basically, a Muslim woman has to do everything a Muslim man tells her except leaving Islam. What a load of crock. I can’t believe there are intelligent women falling for this. Muslim men claim to be enlightened but they’re very racist. I’m pretty sure Fathiyah’s father was more incensed by the fact that a Black man was dating his Arab daughter. I was a little taken back and she gives me a big hug telling me she’s thinks about me all the time. I tell her the same that’s why I drove by. Well that sent her questioning on how I got her address when the house is listed under her fiancés name. I told her the story and how my buddy’s wife knows her and so forth. She starts crying… I go in for a hug but I see a picture of her and her fiancé and I let her go. I told her I don’t know why she’s on my mind all the time. Maybe it’s a chemical. .." Tugging on her bonds she tried to keep from begging. Begging doesn't do any good. He'll make me come when he's ready."Soon." His promise was whispered against her most sensitive flesh. One hand reached up to pinch at her hard nipples while the other ran the melting ice cube over her bare folds. Pleasure shot down to her inner thighs. When she finally started to plead with him, he lifted his head."Please, Caleb, sir. I'll do anything." Anything?" He gave the crease of her leg a slow.