I did as she said trying to pacify her. I took my jeans off and stood in front of her in my tee shirt and jockey shorts. She leaned over, sweat coveri...g her forehead, and slipped my belt from the loops of my jeans. She stood in from of me and said. "I'm going to teach you responsibility, young man."She was perspiring badly by now. Her white silk blouse was glued to her upper torso. I could see the image of her bra showing through the saturated material. Looking straight at me she unbuttoned her. He bit her softly on the back of the neck, his teeth raking lightly over her flesh as he laced the black silk scarf around her eyes, cloaking her in darkness. Being blindfolded was new to her, an odd sensation. Suddenly her other senses seemed to come alive. Her body was electrified, every touch heightened. Her heart pounded in her chest. Seconds passed, perhaps minutes. It was difficult to tell without the aid of sight. She was amazed how time seemed to stand still in the darkness. Next she. You just enjoy and sent me inside room.Seeing my confusion that boy asked madam if you’re not feeling comfortable means I will go. He introduce that his name is Raj. He is working in a private firm and said about his family details. I felt OK with him and started to chat. Raj asked madam are you feeling comfortable or would you like me to leave. I said let’s do Raj. Raj came near me, hugged me warmly and lip locked. He was biting my upper lips, lower lips alternatively. Every time he kissed my. I thought that all queer women were short-haired, masculine and tattooed, like two gay white females who live in my neighborhood on Prince of Wales. I felt conflicted by what Khadija Hussein and Fatima Ali revealed to me because they’re my close friends and I wanted to keep their friendship. I am also a Muslim woman and the Holy Book states that men and women from the Ummah are supposed to keep their way pure, and avoid doing things that are haram. Honestly, I cannot think of anything more.