There were no straps; it was entirely voluntary and controlled. Along the nearest wall were cabinets. Inside were various shaped objects, bowls, conta...iners, and mixing utensils. The objects were various sized tubes, some tapered, others simply different diameters, but all were wooden, but very smooth. I was encouraged to move around the area, examine everything that I wanted to and to understand that all of it would be used to prepare me as it might be needed. Many times, the answer to a. She looked shocked, her jaw opened wide, the color fading from her face. Her hand pulled off her headscarf, unveiling her dark hair.“What are you doing?” Rizwana asked.“Making love to Fahima,” I purred, my hips thrusting. “She wanted to experience the miracle of my futa-cock.”“I am sorry,” groaned Fahima. “I'm weak. I couldn't resist. She is so beautiful. So desirable. Allah sent her to give us such pleasure.”“But... but...” Rizwana shook her head. “Does our husband know?”“No!” gasped Fahima.. "Okay, baby," she said as she hugged her daughter tightly. "Hurry upand get ready for school, and I'll get breakfast ready," Kimberly'smother stood up, and left the room, leaving Kurt alone, and afraid."Fuck," he squeaked.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -"Goddammit," he swore, as he clutched the towel to his damp body as heopened the closet to see what he would be wearing to school. He hadfound the bathroom easily enough, and once he realized that he had. She was still asleep, apparently dreaming. ‘Jess,’ the voice continued, ‘I want you to spread your legs wide for me.’ Stan watched as Jessica’s legs parted. Her wrap-around skit fell effortlessly around the outside of her thighs. He knew that he should do something, but what? Wake her? Look away? Cover her with something? He could not look away, his eyes now drawn to a little yellow scrap of fabric between her legs. The tiny yellow thong she was wearing was nothing more than a string and a.