But I was interrupted as my mom was walking past my room and I did not want to be caught masturbating. I bit my lip in frustration. The story had got ...e so worked up. I needed to cum. I decided to hold off until tomorrow night. My family was very strict and I always feared being caught.I could not help myself I was reading more and more of his stories. They were all about big titted hijabis baring all for a white master. He seemed to want his own muslim slut slave. The idea should have repulsed. I went out to see. Yes, as i thought, he came with RAHUL. RAHUL get out from the car and wished me , HAI BHABI HOW ARE U, and added RAJ must be lucky to have u. I smile at him and greeted in. RAHUL is smart and looks same as my hubby in physical appearance. They both are of nearly same height and weight and well built. If someone see RAHUL from behind they could easily mistook him as RAJ. RAHUL had a coffee and we had a little chat and jokes. Then as we planed, we are ready to go for a. "Y... Yes, Sir," you mumble. Trailing your fingertips down my chest, you reach lower and smile as you run your fingers over it. "Mmmmm..." It's my cock. Say it." Your cock," you whisper, blushing. "Mmmmmm..." Keep still," I say, reaching between your legs and stroking through your slick hotness. "This is your pussy or your cunt. Say it."You shudder and your blush deepens. "It... It's my pussy."I grasp your nipple tightly, squeezing. "It's wet. Tell me it's wet." My pussy is wet." I roll your. Lara wishes to give herself to Jake. She sees in him the person she needs, the person who can be strong for her, protect her, guide her, respect her in every way, but at the same time to challenge and motivate her to explore things about herself she would not have the courage to explore otherwise.” The guests were eerily hushed, as the full impact of what was happening settled in on them. Jenna looked at each of us, “Are you ready Jake?” He nodded. “Lara, are you ready?” I looked at Jake with.