She had already slipped her hands behind her knees to hold herself open for Fanu's use. Her pink pussy lips tightly encircled Fanu's big black dick an... tenderly caressed the entire lenght of his dark shaft as it slid in and out of her. His black balls bumped her asshole with each down stroke of his piston. By this time, she was holding her legs up and apart to accept the deep fucking she was getting. Then, wrapping her legs firmly around Fanu, this shy, blond ex-cheerleader moaned with pleasure. Who? I said the first name that came in to my head. "Ciara..." I replied. "What about you?" Easy. Megan Fox." What would you do to her?" I asked jokingly, secretly hoping he would describe to me each detail so I could pretend it was us. He stared at me blankly before shouting "This!" and pinned me on my back to his bed and started dry humping me. And the whole time I felt him, hard. Was he gay? No... He can't be.Once he finished he lay next to me and we laughed. We then looked into each others. After the interview, Moushmi came to meet me in the small hotel I was staying. “So, you got a job already?” she said.“Yes, but should I go?” I asked.“Why not?” she said. “You will get lots of experience in places like Arunachal.“You are right,” I said, pulling her toward me. We sat down on the bed holding each other. My arms instinctively encircles her and she followed suit. We kissed each other – first a light peck and then more deeply. We sat there kissing each other, with no idea of what. As a fatherless, unmarried Muslim woman living in the environs of Ottawa, Ontario, I enjoy the kind of freedom that millions of Muslim sisters around the world secretly dream of. I don’t have a husband, father or older brother to boss me around and tell me what to do, where to go or how to live my life. And I absolutely love every moment of it. Freedom is the most precious thing in the universe, next to breathing. I do whatever I want. I sleep with whoever I want. I do my own thing. Fuck those.