Babita smile karti hai aur apni dono taange khol ke sofe pe let jati hai. Par Bhide Babita ke chut mein vibrator ghusa deta hai aur ekdum se palat det... hai. Babita samajh jati hai ki Bhide ko gaand marni hai.To woh bhi ache se doggy style mein baith jati hai. Ab Bhide apne lund lo Babita ki gaand pe rakhta hai aur thoda thuk gand ke hole pe laga kar lund daalta hai. Gaand thodi tight hone ke karan dono ko thoda dard hota hai. Par hawas ke iss waqt par dono dard ko chod ke chudai mein lag jate. “She’s so wet for you. She needs your cock. She’s just a naughty whore.”“So naughty,” I groaned, ignoring the bite in Thyrna’s words. She didn’t like sharing Thrak with me. She wanted my husband all to herself, to be his only lover, his only slave. But she couldn’t. She had to submit to me, too, to make him happy. “Ram your cock into her pussy. Make her cum on that magnificent dick.”“Yes,” I gasped, squirming.Thrak lifted his lips, his eyes glossy with lust and joy. He loved my nipple. The idea that two Muslim women who wear the Hijab could be having lesbian sex with each other sickened me, or so I told myself at the time. One night, we went to the movies together at the Silver City Cineplex and sat together, as is our custom. Fatima stunned me by taking Khadija’s hand in hers and then the two them smiled at each and kissed. I was really shocked, because, even though they told me they were both queer, they never displayed their queerness to me. Instead of being shocked or. "Get on your feet and bring us some wine, and see if anyone wants any dessert." I complied, it didn't seem like there was anything else to do at the time.It was about 2:00 AM by then. I served dessert and a little wine to the remaining guests. I was directed to again remove my skirt and kneel on the floor under the lamp where they could all see me, until I was needed. I complied. I tried not to look into anyone's eyes, I was sobbing again but afraid of making too much noise. At one point Gloria.