She immediately pulled me up out of my chair and started dancing with me. I have to say she was really working it and making things stir in my pants w...ith all her moves. Then she grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. I turned around and pulled her blouse off in one swift move. She then unclasped her bra and flung it towards Anthony. He put it on his head like a hat and we all laughed. She then turned her attention back to me and unzipped my pants, leaving me dancing in only my underwear.. “I do.”Maryam bit her lower lip as she thought about Eric’s promise to sodomize her on their wedding night ... oh, she loved sodomy, not being a good Muslim girl and all. After all, a good Muslim girl wouldn’t have married two infidels in a row and with a former nun instead of an imam officiating the wedding. That ship had sailed some time ago. She hadn’t even raised her daughters to be Muslims at all. Maryam was as bad of a lapsed Muslim girl as one got, she supposed, but she didn’t care. She. He could well imagine her wearing them, the lace draped low beneath her tummy, the satin embracing each lovely cheek of her full ass. He was beginning to get excited, not only with the thought of seeing Sandy again under the guise of another, but also with the power of the rock. He'd already decided to visit Sandy again, just to see if she knew anything, he told himself. He definitely couldn't go as himself so a disguise was in order, but who.He thought about different types of people while. He looked like something out of a Monty Python movie and I felt an absurd urge to feed him a chocolate mint."Can I help you, sir?" he said with a voice so high pitched that I actually rose on my toes to look for the woman he was hiding. There seemed to be no one there and I smiled down at him just in case he was an incredibly ugly, unshaved female. Living on the edge teaches you not to be picky!He squirmed under my glare in what was either a brilliant imitation of a straight man being hit on by.