I knew what she was thinking. "Isn't that why we decided to go on this trip?" I guess so, so why wait until we get there?" I said, feeling my pants ge...ting a little tighter with anticipation.I had got into the back seat. She told me to drop my pants and sit in the middle of the back seat while she rummaged in her handbag for a moment and she pulled out a squirting bottle of lube. I knew what was coming.At first she leaned over from the front seats and stuck her head down to my cock and my cock. My name is Hodan Qadir, and I’m a Somali Muslim sister living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. I’m five-foot-ten, curvy and dark-skinned, with long black hair which I almost always tuck away under my modest Hijab. Just one of thousands of pious, Hijab-wearing Somali Muslim sisters living in the Ottawa/Gatineau Metropolitan Area. You see us every day. A lot of Somali sisters living in the vastness of Canada lead double lives, and I ought to know, because I used to be one of them. Somali sisters. “Get on your knees you little slut! I’m going to fuck your ass” I did as he instructed. I was a little bit scared because I never had anything put up my ass before. Wiping pre-cum from his own cock and putting it in my asshole,he pushed two fingers deep in my tight hole stretching the opening. While he was finger fucking my ass, I started massaging my cock slowly. Pushing a third finger in my ass, it started to hurt and I let out a loud moan. “Don’t worry k** you’ll get use to it,” Chowdhary. He remembered the fun that the girls had had with the ‘cowboy’ at the strip club and he knew that this costume would bring back fun memories. But to be playful, he decided to wear the policeman’s uniform over the top of it which he would strip off during his performance, revealing the cowboy costume only at the end. After all, he did have 30-minutes to spend. Andre put on dark glasses and a cap and walked back to the lounge room yielding seven pairs of handcuffs and a baton. Natalie changed.