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“I wish to see. . .the mosque.” “You are toilet1997, are not you?” I asked way. No opportunity to fuck about. She moved crimson. It was confirmed by that. I pulled her in and caught her wrist, locking the double door. She stared at the shoe rack that was after the entrance to the mosque on the shortly. I kicked her buttocks and looked in her assessing out the rack. She dropped on the rug. “In your fucking knees all of the time. I am not gont take some shit out of your body that is fat. You get me?” “Yes, Sir,” she explained in a little voice nodding.