She glanced over at her mother and frowned, then looked at the paper in my hand and shook her head slightly. I got the message. Don't let mom see it. ...I made a small nod and slipped the paper into my pocket. It was my turn to be checked out and I was done and walking out in just a couple of minutes. I had avoided looking at her again. I didn't want anyone to notice my interest in her and I was also afraid the spell would be broken. I took my groceries out to the car and after loading them in the. I immediately challenged her."Isn't wearing a hijab a sign of submission to the patriarchy of Islam?" It is my choice to wear a hijab and not your role as a male to dictatewhat I can and can't wear. You should try wearing a niqab, Nick, orburka before criticising my choice of clothing." Men don't dress like that, and talking of dress, isn't your miniskirtthe sort of length that would get you arrested in some Muslim majoritycountries?" My understanding was that Muslim women were supposed. I gasped at the shock and the pain I felt as her huge cock entered. "Aaaaaaaaaah....." I moaned. "SHUT UP BITCH!" she screamed and gave me a facefull of spit and a slap. Grabbing my hair she spun me so I directly faced the camera. And then she began to bugger me hard and fast. With a cry I collapsed onto the carpet overwhelmed by Julia's weight and the sensation of her cock slamming into my poor asshole. Julia did not relent. In fact, my distress seemed to give her additional energy and she. Our chats went continued during night time as well since her husband comes home very late daily. Since I stay alone in my apartment she called me for lunch one day. How can anyone say NO to such a beautiful lady? I readily accepted and went for lunch next day. I had a shower and wore my fav white t-shirt and blue jeans and went to her flat. She was alone that time. She welcomed me with a nice smile. She was wearing Sexy White transparent saree that day. I felt like hugging her on the spot, but.