No extra-time or after parties,just a head-spinning rattlefrom itching frustrationto breathless incredulityat the pace of it allSo please, by all mean...saunter, dance, crawl, or wriggleas the situation demands,although sometimes you’ll still kvetchat slow walking goons in the supermarketand want to crack the back of their headsand educate them about trolley etiquetteand getting the heck out of yourimportant wayTry to love pastoral pauses,either in your mind’s green eyeor if lucky, in a gladeas. I felt Angel's delicate fingers working my belt loose, then unfastening and unzipping my pants. She fished in my boxers for a moment before freeing my stiff cock. She wrapped a hand around it and slowly stroked it gently. The feeling was incredible - this girl knew just how to make a man happy! I couldn't help but softly moan as I felt her tenderly manipulating my manhood. She ran her fingers up the shaft, around the mushroom head, and over the velvety top."Move your seat back lover," she. You must produce atleast 10 muslim babies to please us and Allah. 3.From now your only god is our dicks! Our(mens) god is Allah but yours-the woman's are always our dicks!. 4.You must satisfy and take as many baibies from random muslims as you can.5. Remember you place!your value! You will bow before our dicks and do as we say. 6. As a slave, especilly as a sex slave you must follow all muslim men's all commands! 7.You must breastfeed us regularly! REMEMBER THESE THINGS!" When it's became 45. ..that you were great last night and I really enjoyed both your conversation and the cybering of course. I know cybering does little for you, so I thought I would write you a story to see if I can turn you on like this instead. I'm not a very good writer, English being a second language ...but here is a try anyway OK...enjoy. xxx I wake to find the bed empty. I lie there for a few minutes slowly waking and wondering where you are. I crawl out of bed and climb into the shower. I stay there for a.