Trustworthiness and preservation of the property of one’s husband4. Preserving one’s modesty and chastity5. Getting permission from one’s husban... in exiting the houseAnd this is where all these deep naughty filthy ideas stem from ... 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. Finally the day has come when after her marriage; one day when we both were going for lunch, in the lift accidentally my hand touched her balls. She noticed it and she ignored as it was an accident. Later that day I just felt I have to do this so kept her in happy mood. Cracked lot of jokes and in lift, I told her in funny way if she won’t stop poking me I will kiss her. She didn’t take it seriously and she kept on poking me. I took this as advantage and just kissed her. Wow! Those are awesome. She must have realised the futility of her situation and complied though she was not happy hissing at me “was I either man or mouse?” And telling me to defend her honour. I like a bit of cheese myself, so I explained that she had drunk his gin...I was cursed loudly. He began fingering her sex when he had moved the spare tyre and found it nestling in the bracken she calls pubic hair. Her complaints turned to groans, and then noticeably her body began to relax as he started to fetch her nearer. I continued cranking and blowing, sucking and stroking through the circle, stopping only to show Terry some love off to the side. S/he chose to remain in hir lounge chair and watch everyone else have their fun. It didn’t take long before everyone in the group was ready to explode. Since big black Robbie was the most skeptical I was going to get hir to spray first. I lunged onto hir big hot rod and squeezed it as hard as I could with my lips. ‘God damn!’ shouted Robbie. ‘Dis bitch is what’s up!’.