Then they touched my leg and indicated my pants. I struggled to remove my boots and someone came and did it for me. Then I stood up and unfastened the... pants and slid them down. Standing now in bra and panties they again were looking intently. Clearly, I was different than they were used to. They had me walk back and forth watching my leg. There was urgent discussion about something and finally it was indicated that they wanted my bra and panties off. Okay, so like I said, I was a team leader in. My realization that women are the bulls and are in complete control came when Sylvia took her tongue out of my ear and whispered “Look how fucking hard my little fag gets from sucking cock.” There was music in the background so I was not sure Mitch could hear her whispering to me, but I knew the way she was stroking my cock had me on the verge of cumming.She stopped stroking me but continued to whisper dirty details of nasty things she had done while we were still married and living in the same. It was with agrowing sense of contentment when I closed my eyes tobask in the gentle warmth of the late afternoon sun. Chapter 17The following morning I was about to get up to make thetea when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Carl hadalready made it and he came in carrying three cups on atray. As usual he was naked. There was no doubt that hewas proud of his lean and muscular body, and he was nowturning a nice shade of brown. He was even more proud ofhis fully erect cock! When he first. Ever since she got married, however, Fatima has been putting on airs. Why do so many sisters do that? The married ones look down on the single ones. I must admit Fatima is doing alright for herself. Her husband Amir is a tall, fine-looking and accomplished Somali brother. He’s got an MBA from the University of Winnipeg and when he’s not preaching at Masjid, he runs his own business on Elgin. I prayed to Allah that He allow me to graduate from La Cite Collegiale and find a better job. I don’t.