' And there was a mobile number alongside it. Feeling decidedly rash I typed out a message, ' Disabled bloke, can't do too much but desperate for some...thick hot daddy spunk to glaze my face like I was daddy's boy-slut '. I hesitated, finger poised over 'send' then thought, 'Sod it' and sent the text! Within minutes a text pinged back, ' Daddy has a thick uncut drooling 9 inch boy-fucker, heavy balls filled with hot thick boy-protein, you want it? ' Oh FUCK, did I? I typed back, ' YES, Daddy, in. At first, I didn't find anything. However, it dawned on me to look at some of his sermons with some really weird titles, like "September Morn," and found a list of brothels with their daily take. Another sermon, "Feed Thy Neighbor," covered his loan sharking operation, and so it went. He had the full gamut of illegal operations from alcohol to whoring. Actually, in this day and age, prostitution was not illegal, but failing to pay taxes on the income was about as illegal as anything could get.. My Ammi Fatima was a maid. My elder brothers Irfan and Farhan were local Gunde. They caught so many times but still had not learned. My younger brother Jamal and Karim were Charsi. They took lot of loan for this. We were lived with Bade Mamu and Chote Mamu. Both hMamu had a meat shop too, they were too young when Nanu died, so Ammi and Abbu stayed there. Our family earning was so low. My Chachajaan got work in Dubai and now he returned. He had lived nearby house. My cousins Rahim and Shami were. Aur sharam se kuch bol he nae pae aur jab tak main kuch kehte ya karte turant us t.T ne apne zip khule aur us main se apna 7inch ka penis nikal kar bilkul mere face ke samne le aaya aur apne penis se mere gaal par marte hue kha tum bahut khoobsurat.Ho aur main cahata houn ke bas 1 ghante ke lea mujhe tumhare jawani ke sath khene do.Aur aisa kehte he apna kala sa mota penis mere pink aur komal lips par ferte hue mere mouh ke andar daal diya, mujhe aisa laga jaise maine apne mouh par garam hotdog.