Make any move and Ill slice your pretty little nech, one of the men said as the other held my arms tight. Well well well. Would you look at this, the... leader said. Our little boy here is named Zachary Alexander. What a cute name for a cute boy, he taunted. Oh! And guess what. He was born in 1998. That would make you… 15. I whimpered. What a coincedence. Right guys? I like little boys. Especially the ones that have no experience whatsoever. The ones that act all scared, but deep down they. The sat together in the living room. For a while they simply eyed one another. Khozem then asked:“Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? Maybe some kitchra or biryani or meat kabobs?”“No thanks, I ate on the flight,” replied the Imam.“How was the flight? Pleasant, I hope.”“Very nice indeed. Great service. They fed me very well, although I’m not sure what I ate,” he laughed.“You’ll soon get used to your native foods. How do you like Mecca so far?”“I’m anxious to see more of it. Maybe. His cum, mixed with my spit, was the perfect lubricant, and yeah, at least that night, was so fucking sexy. I rode his cock like this until my legs were tired and just as I sat on him from exhaustion, he leaned both of us forward and started fucking me on all fours. . .without missing a beat. My face against the bed, ass up and filled with his thick cock, I reached under me and cupped his balls with one hand, and stroked my cock with the other. Brian was fucking me hard and deep, I wasn't. 3It was ten years later now, or more. They’d talked occasionally since that last meeting, and she’d eventually returned to a place not too far from where they’d first met. Well, six or seven miles instead of three hundred. They’d not talked often, what with their lives and her husband and kids taking her time, but they did their best.And each time they talked, they’d been reminded of that attraction which had never disappeared.But now things were different. Divorced now, as she’d told him, and.