I dreamed that I was home with Carole, my wife. We were making wild love. It was some of the best sex we'd ever had. I could feel every nuance, every ...move we made together. Her body felt so wonderful beneath me and her excited breath against my ear as we fucked was bringing me closer and closer.Then I awoke. Not really waking, but suddenly I could tell that I wasn't with my wife. Somehow I knew that I was still on the road and at a motel. I shifted my position slightly and felt a touch on my. One couple slip out of the dark, sex all over their skin as they pet my hair gently. "We want to play with her," the man says, his hands stroking my breast, tweaking the nipple roughly. "You may have her for now. " Dodo orders and instantly the man shoves me down, his cock dangling in my face. I suck on it obediently, my hands stroking his balls gently before gibing a light squeeze. The man groans, his owl tattoo twitching as his lower abs constrict with pleasure. Suddenly, the woman smacks my. " We both said Inshallah.I was very sad that i ate all the dates and drank up all the water and didnt left anything for that poor man. One hadeeth at that time came to my mind. Where our Prophet (pbuh) said "Whoever fulfilled the needs of his brother, Allah will fulfill his needs; whoever brought his (Muslim) brother out of a discomfort, Allah will bring him out of the discomforts of the Day of Resurrection"Sahih Bukhari - Volume 3, Book 43, Number 622.Then i thought i can help this poor man by. “Nope,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. “I had a brother but my mother killed him and then took her own life. My father was blamed and he is in prison for life.” He stopped dead in his tracks and he had a look of pure terror on his face. “It’s okay. It was a long time ago. I don’t remember most of it. It’s something I’ve learned to accept.” The rest of the walk down the hallway to the rooms was really quiet. We got to my door and we set the books on my table. He apologized for asking about.