Seated upon his wheelchair, Imam Abdel-Malik rolled out of the Al-Aqsa Mosque. He looked up at the sky and said, “It is a beautiful day.”“Yes, i... is.” Although the Imam’s wheelchair was powered, his bodyguard grabbed the handles to push it. The bodyguard asked, “Where to?”“The Western Wall,” Imam Abdel-Malik answered. He thought about the route he would have to take to reach the wall. It was going to be a long trip that required the bodyguard to keep the wheelchair from getting out of. She said that she hoped the previous night had lived up to my expectations of being a cuckold. She had found it a real turn on and very liberating and was going to continue the lifestyle with or without my blessing. She wanted life at home to be as normal as possible but the sex-life was going to change. From now on it was going to be all about her, and as she had said this morning I would only be allowed to fuck her when another man’s cum was inside her. There was nothing else I could do but. Her hair was down, the short pink babydoll only just covered her bush and her breasts only just stayed in the top of her nightie. In her hand was a tube of cream, a small dildo and a little vile of liquid. I felt a finger probe my love hole and then for the 1st time a tongue. I felt a wetness spreading through me. Somehow I was turned onto my tummy and my hole was filled with a finger deep inside. I was opened slowly and then felt the dildo enter me. This was Pams doing and she seemed to take. Pedro watched with satisfaction as the men of the Cadiz delivered their parting shots. He watched as explosive orbs rained down on the foredeck of the vessel. One lucky orb landed amongst the unmanned bow chasers of the raider. Obviously powder had been left untended there. The resulting explosion tore the forecastle to pieces. It nearly took the bow off the vessel.The Cadiz was gone and it was time for the Hawk to strike. With a smile Pedro gave the order to fire.Ishmael led his force of men.