Tam had sent me a very expensive bottle of perfume, and a soft flowing evening dress, dark blue, and cropped short above the knee, with no sleeves, an...d a deep cleavage. I had never felt so spoilt, but also so “kept” in my life. This was unusual for me. I was being wooed.I dressed in all my gifts, and took special care to make myself look beautiful tonight. I wanted to be as irresistible to them, as they were to me. Tonight was going to be perfect.I rang their doorbell, with two bottles of red. He played the part with precision. He had learned the ways of the faith and had not absorbed a single glint of its knowledge. He knew only his Rashida had been taken.He suspected his father, Tariq. But he blamed Allah. He withheld this anger, which escalated during the remaining years of his training. Many hours within the specially appointed rooms was spent drifting in and out of affairs with her, whether these fantasies took place now or later, in his room or while wandering the quadrangle in. A large poster of a rejoicing Wayne Rooney hung above the bed.Next to the door was my grandfather's bed. Switching on my computer,I accessed my well hidden porn collection.I opened my favourite video and yanked my shorts till my knees and suddenly stopped.I pulled them back on,paused the video and left the room to get some tissues.The last time I forgot to use them mom had almost spotted the dried cum on the desk.No mistakes this time,I thought.I returned to my room and pulled off my shorts. "DaveDave ended the call and looked over at Susan, who was just waking up. She yawned and stretched. The sheet fell away, revealing her beautiful breasts. She smiled when she saw Dave staring at her."See something you like, honey?" she asked with a seductive smile."You know I do," Dave replied. He was already getting an erection.Susan wasn't his secretary, of course. She was an employee of the company that Dave had been visiting for the last week or so, servicing their machines. She wasn't as.