It was like, Khade land pe dhoka. But to confirm I asked her whether she’ll lemme have sex? She replied “pyaar se chahiye to milega, kharidke nahi... Aapke paise nahi chahiye. Kabhi Kabhi beer bottles ho to de dena” I felt so happy, fuck bhi mera aur paise bhi nahi, awesome man!! we had our normal course of sex till 7 am n then she left. This kept on going for sometime. One day she was in her periods so no fuck, though she offered me a blowjob but I chose to sit n talk to her to make her feel. No, sir.” With a gulp, I bend over and grab my ankles. Once again the feel the breeze on my tender cheeks and wonder who’s watching. Being bent over like this, my ass stretched and tight, is the worst. I feel the belt run over my poor skin. It’s leather--one I bought for him for his birthday, thinking of him applying it to my naughty butt. It’s light brown and very soft and supple. It hurts. "Stretch high for me, baby." I do, bending as far forward as I can, my ass high in the air. I feel the. I called Yasmina to let her know but I couldn’t find her. The ladies at her office told me she’d gone to mosque. I went to the mosque to look for her. I didn’t find her because the place was empty but I ran into an old Somali man who told me he knew her. The old man introduced himself as Brother Ibrahim, and he told me to make myself at home as he showed me around the mosque. For some reason I felt comfortable talking to him and I told him my story. God has a plan for you my friend, he said. She blinked a few times, and then pulled her gaze back to Sally's face. She smiled, but it was a possessive, rather than friendly smile. "Yes, you must certainly be Sally Granger. Come here, girl. Let's have a good look at you."Sally stepped front and center before Mandy. She stood straight, but with her chin down, in a slightly submissive posture. She put her hands behind her back and clasped one within the other.Mandy walked around her, her eyes sweeping up and down her body, taking in her.