We finally parted with semen streaming from her well oiled cunt.A few days after she had invited a couple of friends around for an afternoon coffee Le...a and Shirl and I made my escape to my upstairs office. After a while I went downstairs to get a drink and as I passed the slightly ajar lounge door heard my name mentioned. I tapped the door entered and asked who wanted coffee. The girls all gave me a guilty look with a sly smile. The wife was the first to speak saying "We have just been. I'm The boss. I'll go get The stuff, and you get yourself ready." You mean peel?" Of course. I want to see what's inside those jeans. I've been wondering all evening."Not as much as I wanted to see what was inside that sweater. But that would come later. I hoped.She left The room, and I began to strip. By The time I was down to my briefs she was back, with an armful of what she'd called "the stuff." There were ropes, and straps, and chains, and handcuffs, and some other stuff I didn't have a. I decided since she was being stubborn about getting the drinks that I would try to get her going for them.I always like showing my wife's goodies to anyone who would enjoy seeing them, so I had the idea to threaten her with a penalty, if she did not do what the boss told her. When I told her that, she asked what the penalty would be. I stated that every time she refused to get us a drink I would remove a piece of her clothing. She just smiled at me & said "you wouldn't dare", I said "try. Sex, in Jamilia’s opinion was for procreation, not particularly for enjoyment. She disapproved of the English girls and women who visited their shops wearing revealing clothes and forbade her sons to yield to temptation and seek enjoyment with white girls. Zaid and Jamilia’s daughters did not act or dress like the white girls. They had respect for themselves and dressed accordingly as befit their customs and their religion.Zaid was happy that his daughters behaved themselves in this way; it.