Nicole smiled at me. "Maybe next time." she said as she grabbed her things and left. Over the course of the next few weeks she continually did this to...me. She'd let me fuck her and then grab her clothes, take my money, and leave. Every time I was hoping she would reciprocate, but it didn't even matter. I was at her beck and call to just get another taste of her. She called me one day and said "come over in 20 minutes. Go up the stairs and my bedroom is the first one on the right." When I. " I guess I understand. I wasn't looking forward to hanging around in this room by myself tonight either. Thanks for coming over. That took guts." Not as much as being by myself tonight. If you don't mind, I'm tired. Could we go to bed?" I nodded. Jane went into the bathroom.I turned off the overhead light and switched on the two beside lights. I slipped into one side of the bed and lay back. I had pulled a paperback mystery from my briefcase. I carried those for reading material when. “But Sir, my hands are bound…”“Yes, they are,” I said, helpfully.There was a longish pause, then, “Would you please make me cum, Sir?”“What will you do for me if I do?”She gulped again, then looked me in the eyes and said, “I promise I’ll do anything you want. Anything at all.”“Anything,” I said flatly, as I had a week ago.“Yes, Sir. Anything…”“In that case, do go on with your story.” And I resumed stroking her, but moved much farther down her legs, stroking the tops of her feet again.She. As a man i was always taught to respect woman care for them and cherish and worship them. and i did so with pride and honour as i saw muslim woman wearing abhayas (traditional robes) and HIjab(head covering) always being ao lady like and confident and it was a pleasure to see them especially out and about with their families and husbands and it just looked incredible and i also thought that is what would happen to me when the times was right...Growing up i did notice how some muslim woman wore.