I checked the Caller ID, half smiled and half rolled my eyes, and answered. ‘Hello,’ I said. ‘Kevin Collins,’ the voice on the other end respo...nded. ‘How you doing, man?’ ‘Hey, boss.’ ‘Boss?’ was the indignant reply. ‘Jesus, Kevin. You know I have a name, right?’ ‘Yes, Tim, I do know that,’ I said. ‘You had a name when I worked for you six years ago, too, but back then you kept insisting I call you ‘Captain.’ He laughed heartily. ‘That was a different time, and you know it.’ I did, but I ignored. I sat up on the bed and to my dismay the sheets were wet. I usually sleep without panties and my wet pussy soaked the sheets. I moved over to the dry side of the bed still angry but immensely aroused. I tried to take my mind of it and go back to sleep but was unable to do so. I looked at the four walls and ceiling even counted sheep but nothing worked. My pussy was still quivering to be pleasured. My fingers slowly slid down between my legs, my pussy was still drenched. I took all my clothes. ”“What are you talking about, Vasilla? Can’t this wait until morning?”“I thought I’d call you right away, your holiness.”“Who knows? And who is ‘he?’”“The Imam, your holiness.”“What?!” yelled Khozem, more awake.“The Imam, your holiness. He knows, everyone knows.”“How the hell does he know?”“His mother told him.”“His mother? Well then how did the rest of the mosque find out?”After a moment of silence, Vasilla told him about the outburst.“Oh dear, Vasilla. Oh dear.”“The whole mosque follows him.. I stood at the top of the winding staircase that required two and a half revolutions to get to floor level. 'Pour me a drink daddy', I said out loud and his head spun round and upwards to watch me descend the spiral staircase, revealing my unfettered bum, my thigh gap and pussy lips, the reason I loved thongs and when I finally got onto the carpet and took a few steps towards him, we both knew what we both wanted and I sank down to my knees, unzipped his pants, took his cock out and started.