. so very very wet", you ponder. Your shaven mound shining with moisture, you think, "what a dirty girl to get so turned on by this...."You feel my fi...gers skim up the inside of your thighs. They gather the wetness that has coated them...I state, "Oh this turns you on doesn't it my pretty slut?"I smile as you nod your head with a slight whimper. Then with no warning there is a sharp slap against your pussy. You cry out wordlessly as your thighs automatically try to close.Roughly pushing them. He felt a hand on his arm, it held him tightly for a minute until hecalmed a little, then it began to gently guide him, leading himsomewhere. They stopped, he felt disorientated, no idea where he was, itmade him feel so scared that he was almost tearful, when suddenly hebecame aware of warm breath against his face. He gasped inwardly at thefeel of the lips touching his own around his ball gag and then becomingsomehow aware that a tongue was touching the ball, licking it softly,its' tip. His tiny pink tongue lapped at the big penis and then hislips kissed the sperm-glossed cock-head. Markie watched as the girl slumpedto the floor. Lying on the floor in a post-orgasmic daze, he drifted as hewatched the girl slurp up each puddle of bitter cum.Some time later Markie woke up with a startle. What time was it? He lookedaround the bathroom and everything came back with a twinkle."Ummm that was so much fun... I can't wait to do that again, but I really wantthe real thing... Well,. Cool. I was about to click off for the evening when I got a PM from Fowziyah. Curious, I opened the chat feature, and sent her a greeting. As Salam Alaikum my friend, Fowziyah typed, by way of greeting. Aku Salam, I replied, thankful for all the time I’d spent in Lebanese restaurants in Laval. I love Lebanese cuisine and made friends with a lot of guys from that part of the world, thus I have a working knowledge of Arab culture and Islam. Of course, I knew next to nothing about Somalis. We.