We sat down, talked, ate, and got to know each other a bit better. There are stereotypes affiliated with every race, culture and group, and as a big a...d tall young black man in Canada, I know this better than anyone. Halima Khan definitely defied my expectations. I thought of Somali women, being Muslim and all, as repressed when it comes to sexual matters. Well, that wasn’t the case with her. Not at all. You see, as we grabbed a bite and chatted, Halima pulled out a small notebook and showed me. Rittu then told me that muskan would again come tomorrow as some payments are to be made to her.I said its ok she can fix the appointment and then soon afterwards she gave call to muskan to come at 12 noon and though I wanted to stay at home to watch my wife getting pussyshaved but then I knew she would never let muskan touch her If I was at home.Next day I handed the money to rittu and left for office and on schedule time muskan came and rang the doorbell.Thistime muskan was wearing a very. "I... I..."Miranda grabbed the labial ring, pulling it down painfully and forcing Ellen closer."Better tell me the truth! You know my demons are everywhere! They spy on you constantly! I know everything you do or feel or even think!"Miranda read the guilt in Ellen's face."I already know! Now confess!" Oh, Master, I tried! Really I did! Nine times I found pleasure... but I was so tired... I... fell asleep."Her head hung in shame and fear.Miranda was appreciating the power her mother must have. But never do anything. this frustrated me.so after one night on the town we headed back to mines. where we continued drinking...... i started spiking her drinks with alot of alcohol. one thing led to another and she told me to sit in the lounge whilst she staggered through the house. i suspected she was going to throw up in the bathroom so i let her be. 10 mins later she turns up in the room. looking like something else. her hair was tied up in a ponytail. glasses on. white shirt unbuttoned to.