.." I began to protest, but she just acted like she didn't hear me and got down on her hands and knees and began to scrub the hardwood in the kitchen....She turned away so I had a beautiful view of her ass in the yoga pants she wore. It was all I could do to not pull out my dick and start to stroke it. When she was done with the kitchen and brought her bucket into the dining room I said, "I feel like I should be paying you extra!" Why?" She seemed genuinely dismayed as she looked up at me from. The same one that was now revealing her wetness through the crotch. The one that would be fucked by her new boyfriend later tonight.The sight of her parted thighs opening and shutting in front of me, showing the wetted crotch of her thong was more than I could bear. I could almost smell her sexy aroma and I made to get up off the bed to hold her, but she pushed me back.“ I said no touching. Just do yourself and get it over with. Then I can go and get fucked by someone I want to,”Reluctantly I. The moaning and yelling was now just on the other side of the door. My mother was fucking a white man, a kaffir, just on the other side of the door. I became furious was about to burst in, but my small Muslim cock was excited about the sounds in the room.Getting the best of me, I leaned in and noticed the door hadn't shut all the way, which slightly opened by me putting my head against the door. It became so loud from the sound of my Muslim mother getting fucked by this white man."AY AY AY AY. Let's keep it that way."David phoned me at work to tell me the meeting at my place for the 'four' was set up, and also that he had submitted my finances to the court.The rest of the week was full of hard work, intellectually at work, and physically out of it. I punished myself at the gym on Wednesday afternoon, and was punished in my turn by my physiotherapist, who once again complimented me on my progress. Friday afternoon, I noticed Jenny was a little preoccupied,"What's up, Jenny?" I asked.