She stood trembling under her burqa and hood. I could only imagine her turmoil, and her courage, willingly submitting to the four hours of the evil in...ections that had sealed her virginity. I stood before her as her legal husband, wondering and hoping that she would also accept me as the husband of her heart. I reached up and released her both her hood and burqa veil.Her eyes met mine, and her face burst with a smile of happiness. I nodded for her to follow me. She nodded and veiled herself,. It could be secured with a bolt from inside and a padlock fromoutside. Looking around I realized that it was nothing more than an oldstore room turned hastily to sleeping quarters for my arrival. It reallyhad the feeling of an old fashioned prison cell!There was a single metal bed in one corner, with a very thin and hardmattress on top, a plastic cupboard standing in another corner where Icould hang my few belongings and a small table with a single chair.Finally there was a single light bulb. After the moment of surprise, Megan wrapped her arms and legs around him, her heart pounding from the feeling of his muscled body. He carried her the few steps to his bed, his eyes fixed on hers, and then sat her down on the mattress. He stood back up, his cock twitching mere inches from her face, leaving little doubt what he wanted. She wanted it too. Megan wrapped her hand around his shaft and pulled, guiding him to take a step forward. As soon as he was within reach, she gave the purple. To say that Paul is up for it is putting it mildly. He looks anxiously at Danny who doesn’t seem quite so gung ho (for obvious reasons) but eventually it’s a ‘yeah fine’ from him too. “Great,” I say, and I suggest that me and Paul get the drinks in. “Nah, my turn,” says Danny. “No, we’ll go,” I insist, and I grab Paul’s hand and lead him off towards the bar. Reason for this is I want a little chat with him away from the other two. * I get my chance while we’re at the bar since it’s extremely.