A gold medallion hung around his neck.He walked past the gathered men without pausing or looking, heading straight for the Mosque. They followed behin... him, curious about the man that didn't greet them, watching his every action. He stepped up to the door of the Mosque. He raised the staff and slammed it, butt end first, into the door frame. The resounding bang was much louder than commonsense would have predicted. He repeated the action again and then a third time.The Cleric Fayez Majid came. Still frowning she picked up a phone and spoke into it. "Mr. Anderson? I have a Mr. Chris Beaker out here ... yes Chris Beaker that's right. Well he's saying it's something to do with the Perkins detective agency ... I see sir, right sir. I'll tell him." She said and then hung up.She looked at me and then back at the diary, "I'm afraid that Mr. Anderson is rather busy at the moment, Mr. Beaker. He suggests that you make an appointment for later on in the day, I have a slot free at three p.m.,. He jams two fingers hard into her wet pussy and she bites her lip hard. He pulls his fingers back out and they make it through the next hour in class. Knowing she's going to be in for it by the time school let's out, she hopes the last period drags by slowly. Also knowing her luck, Katie knows that it's going to go faster than usual. When they make it to their last period class, she nervous and scared of what he's going to do as her punishment. It feels like time is flying by and their last. I noticed the door beginning to rock vaguely as my fingers brushed the soap over my mound. However, I carried on pretending as though I was alone. Teasingly, I circled my pussy leaving a small thin trail of suds around it. I then turned around and started to bend over as I rubbed the remaining gel into my legs. With no hesitation, the door burst open. I quickly stood up straight and faced him. “What are you doing?” I yelled, pretending to be shocked. A lump began to form in his throat as I.