Laying beside that, was an open scroll on which was written, Underneath the crescent and star,'May Allah protect the land and the people of Lebanon an... keep her safe from the infidel'.Infidel, or faithless, in this case meant anyone who would cause her people harm rather than non-Moslems.Around the room were placed copies of the Q'uran, one for every invited guest.Mo' was not particularly religious but he attended these occasional little soirees at his parents out of filial duty. He also liked. He lowered himself in the water and picked me up so I was straddling him. I stayed like that while he casually walked me around the pool. We kept kissing and talking and I was loving every minute of it. He felt my erection pressed into his chest and I felt his enormous erection under my ass. I didn't want to be anywhere else at that moment...well except for his bedroom. I know he wanted to do more right then but he was a perfect gentleman and if something were to happen, the pool was not the. Andy was mortified, blushing whenever anyone looked at her, even though all of us had seen her being fucked on many occasions. Don’t forget, Andy had screamed to be fucked in the ass at the B&D club in New York. What had she said? Women are mysterious creatures. Strange, isn’t it?Me? I did not care if any of them were happy or unhappy, humiliated or venerated. I was focused on the formula.Andy was sitting behind me. Once, I glanced at her in the rearview mirror to see a nice shot of her shaven. We had a living maid from Philippines with us. She was in her mid 30's and take good care of the house hold. First few years with us nothing happened though at times in my mind I use to fantasise her. It so happened that my wife have to go back to our home country for few days and I was left alone at home. My maid took holiday as well so she wasn't at my house too. two days passed by and one evening I got a message from my maid( let's call her jasmine) whether she could sleep at my home. I was.