Here was my beautiful wife, completely naked in front of a tall black man that was going to have his way with her. She asked for the key to the cage a...d put it around her neck and turned around to face him. They started kissing and I felt pangs of jealousy go through my body as my cock strained against the cage. While they kissed, he started taking off his clothes.As he walked to the bed I could see his massive cock swinging back and forth. He sat down on the edge and as my wife walked towards. That really started the waterworks. Still there was no sound, just a flood of tears down her cheeks. The tears scared him more than a near miss with a bullet. "Baby, what have I done? I promise I didn't mean to do it. Please tell me what I've done wrong." It's not you," she snuffled. "It's just ... I think something's wrong with Hope." Hope? Your sister, Hope?" he inanely said. Of course it's her sister, you idiot. How many Hopes does she know? he silently admonished himself."Yeah. Oh, I don't. ”“Oh dear, Vasilla...”“People are talking, your holiness. People will follow him...”“But why will they follow him? He might be some crackpot. Why did people listen to him?”“I ... I don’t know,” lied Vasilla, “but people believe in him. He gave an entire speech to a mosque already divided. At first half the mosque liked the amilsaab, and half did not, but now that the Imam has spoken, they are all following him.”“Vasilla, how many are following him?”“The entire mosque.”“How many, Vasilla?! Be. Ali replied but seemed to slip forward and as she did I instinctively caught her in my arms and stood her up, she clung onto me and said that she needed to lay down as she didn't feel well. Ali and Dans room was opposite the bathroom so it wasn't long until Ali was sat on her bed and asking me to unzip her beautiful floaty summer dress. The zip open very easily and as it did and Ali stood up her dress fell to the floor. I had always wondered about Ali's body and truth be told I had fantasised a.