“But you wrote the fatwa saying it wasn't adultery for a woman to lie with a futa,” I said. “You said—” He darted out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I leaned back against the wall, shocked by this revelation. I thought he enjoyed it when I fucked his wives. He always stroked his cock as he watched, furiously masturbating as I pleased his wives. As I made them cum and cum and cum. My world reeled. September 1st, 2038 Another two days passed in boredom. I thought about every time I was with Imam Karimi's wives over the last two months. From the first time when he walked in on me japanese fucking Rizwana from behind as she ate out Fahima, to the last time the day before my kidnapping when he jerked off his cock as Fahima rode my mouth and Rizwana my cock. I left the older wife full of my cum as she begged me to breed her. “Yes, yes, give me a child like you gave Fahima,” she'd moaned. “I want a baby. I need one!” “Yes, yes, breed my wife!” the imam had moaned and came as he jerked Hardcore his cock, crying out in pleasure. It baffled me. He seemed to like being cuckolded. I remember him fucking Fahima so hard once after I finished with her. His wife was mewling with delight then smiled as her husband mounted her. She had this big, satiated grin on her face as she enjoyed a delicious dessert after the feast I'd given her. The door opened. It was time for me to eat. I sat up and blinked. It was the imam again. His shoulders were hunched. He didn't look at me. I hadn't seen him in two days. I thought he wasn't coming back, that shame had driven him away. For mature a moment, anger surged through me. He must have been the one to arrange my kidnapping. He knew what I looked like. He might have even been in the van. Maybe he grabbed me that day. It took her a moment to gather her composure, no one had ever hit her before in the stomach or anywhere. I wonder if there are any records in Social Services about his family. I refrained from rolling my eyes out of a deep desire to live, but one of my competitors was not so patient. They declared the rest of the night for fun and dancing. Then I heard the 'blip' sound as someone turned on the pc monitor, followed by the "argh, yeah, fuck japanese me in the cunt, use me, make me cum, make me CUM!" We're not to blame.” I stared into her eyes. When he was finally alone, backed into a corner, and pushed to the limits of frustration and loneliness he could endure, she would arrive to save him, to reshape him into the man he needed to be. He kept raving on but instead of making me sad, it started turning me on. “THAT’S ALL? “See? I was fixated on her long tail swaying behind her, even though the base was quite wide, it couldn't hide the voluptuous curves of her backside. Personal Servant? I smiled and flipped my body, I didn’t have the energy to hold my top half up, I spread my knees and offered my pussy.His cock teased my slit and he slid himself even deeper into me than before, I sighed in relief. “True…” They all jumped up and ran up into the castle. Downstairs, in Hanna’s room, she was busy with a toy herself. Karen sat back and thought about it for a few minutes. “Do Hardcore you want to eat her out together?” “I am.” He moans and bites his lip, pumping into her like she were a sexbot, gripping her ass cheeks as tightly as he possibly could. I was surprised that he was taking them to such a nice restaurant. I hear several yeses. I began licking off my fingers covered with my piss and juices, savoring the sweet, musky taste mature of my pussy and the salty, sour taste of the urine. He could feel her heart beating, and sensed her nervousness. I knew that Melanie's maternal instincts had kicked in at this point. She’d sent me a text: He would have to tell her he had been awake the whole time.