A Devout Muslim Woman Tempts A Young Newlywed In Her Husband’s Absence

“No…maybe…I don’t know. Dixxon for straight romance and H. The shelves were dusty and covered in small bottles, boxes, books, and scrolls or yellowed parchment. I stood in the bathroom that accompanied my bedroom exploring my own body in the mirror. If you choose evil you will end up in my bed if you walk the path of good then those who seek to hurt you will end up pleasuring me. My erection lifted and pulsed pointing straight out into the chilly air. “I hate frauds like that, just trying to take advantage of someone.”
“Uh, Yeah,” I said as the waitress slid our usuals onto the table. “You aren’t for me, although I’m sure you would be delicious.”
“Are you a witch?” I asked as Madam Ater pulled a black robe from behind the curtain and slid her arms into the sleeves.