I jerked off to this since it was the very first time that I incorporated the mosque within my own fetish and this woman needed a fetish for guys. But little did I know that she’d turn up to this mosque at noon few hours prior to the active prayer, on Friday. The door opened to some woman of about 20 who had brownish hair with reddish finishes. She wore a maroon coat. She was in ugg boots and jeans that went with her wardrobe that is general. Her complexion was light but her face was complete and round. She had been pretty. I knew this was the slut I talked to last night. “I am. . .Becky,” she explained in a little voice.