Zaid war ein angesehenes Mitglied der Gemeinde und er hatte viele Freunde sowohl innerhalb seiner Gemeinde als bei den Engländern, die seinen Laden b...suchten.Warum war Zaid dann frustriert? Unglücklicherweise für Zaid hatte Jamilia, obwohl sie eine treue und liebevolle Frau war, kein Interesse mehr an Sex. Sex sollte nach Jamilias Meinung nur der Fortpflanzung, dienen und weniger dem Vergnügen. Sie missbilligte die englischen Mädchen und Frauen, die ihre Geschäfte in aufschlussreicher Kleidung. I could feel the wetness in her crotch. I slowly moved my mouth down from her breasts, trailing a wet line over her soft stomach with my tongue.I was literally licking her up! I kissed her strong on her belly button, my tongue darting in and out of it. She tried to stop me when I moved my face down to kiss her crotch over her panty. I moved down to her smooth thighs and toes, kissing and licking them one by one. I slowly inched my mouth up her legs and reached her thighs squeezing and licking. I put my doctors bag on the floor. I finally could make out the lady behind the wall. She was about 34 years old. She had long curly blonde hair with dark roots and dark tips on the ends of her hair. I smiled when she turned to face me more. She had on a small pair of white shorts that hugged her thick thighs and very large ass. I gulped when she ran her long pink nails on the front of her pink spaghetti strap half shirt. I could see her round stomach and big belly button. The small shirt. “Nam’s Otis. Ya called ‘bout a broke water heater?” “I finished with my last job early, so I figured I’d pop on over an see whatcha got.” “Come on in Otis. The heater’s in the basement.” My heart sank as we walked by the open bedroom door. My wife lay there, tied buck-assed naked to the bed with her wet pussy on full display. “Whatcha got in here?” Otis exclaimed as he pushed by me into our bedroom. “I, uh…I, ummm…well.” I stammered like an idiot. “That’s a fine piece of white girl ya got tied.