If this resembles anyone living ordead it's purely coincidental.I'm sitting here proof reading my Halloween story from this year, yeah Iknow it's late... But right now I've got other things on my mind, like howto get out of a predicament I'm in at the moment. See part 2 of thisstory, which maybe written over a couple of days depending how thisturns out!My name is Franklin, and this is my story. A group of us were eatinglunch in the lunch room around mid October, one of the girls, Sarah(notthe one. His dick was still sleeping, but looked fat. My master ordered me to smell his dick. I felt weird but obeyed it. He asked to follow him to bathroom and shave his pubic hair. I followed him like a dog and applied some shaving cream nicely around his dick and rubbed his cock thoroughly.While I was doing so his cock is getting erected. I shaved his pubic hair and washed his dick with water. It looks clean now. I liked my work and felt happy. My master asked me to give him bath. I poured some water. Rather than rushing to the big mosque on campus, he decided to say prayers in his room. Out of the faucet sputtered a rusty sprinkle. He recited aloud:“In the name of Allah The Beneficent, the Merciful.”He ran his hands under cold water which broke his drowsiness. With a rough bar of soap he washed his hands up to his wrists and between his fingers three times like a surgeon. He did the same with his mouth, nostrils, face and forehead, arms, ears, head, neck, and feet, each three times. When. “This is a really comfortable place. I like your style.”“I didn’t know I had any. It’s sort of academic, I suppose.”“So, what have we got here?”He pulled out the carton of Winstons. There was another in the bag. Her eyes went wide, and she made a small sound in her throat. “Wow, you weren’t kidding.”“They were on sale, so I picked up two. Kind of expensive otherwise.”“That’s for sure. Mind if I open the carton?”“I’d love to watch you,” Jack replied. Her lips went up in a sly smile.“I’d like to.