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Chapter 6
by Gokky
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Leaving Dr Abzou after her first Arab experience
Dr Abzou made his diagnosis and said he would refer her for physio. He saw that Mimi had such difficulty concentrating on his words after her orgasm at his touch that he wrote down what she needed to do; it was clear that while this young white christian lady was stunned at what had taken place, they both knew that she had truly exposed to him her feelings about Arabic men. it had taken great courage for her to do so, which illustrated how deep her need was to reveal herself to an Arab and have sex. He desperately wished he was able to do more to her but he was a doctor, he had to be sure he could trust her not to betray him. He knew how unstable white women were.
As she left his consulting room Mimi apologized to him but the doctor who wanted to both reassure her but also to discourage her not to tell anyone simply told her that she had absolutely nothing to apologize for and not to speak of it. Mimi thanked goodness that she had chosen to flaunt herself before such a responsible and caring Arabic man. She knew it could have been so much more perilous if she had approached the rowdy but gorgeous young Arabs at the market. Walking out of the building towards her car she reflected on how she would have been soon deluged with Islamic semen if she had dared tempt the men from the market. She had to keep her longing for Arab men under control.
Driving home she again wondered if she should speak to someone from church, one of the older ladies who knew so much more of life and were so much wiser than she and always appeared such better christians than she could ever be. However each time she felt it was a wise idea and reassured herself that the church family helped one another, the thought of telling another christian of her overwhelming need for spicy strong thick Arabic Islamic semen and the movement of her hand to between her legs made her realize that no white person could help her and there was absolutely no way that she could ever bring herself to tell the ladies at church how she felt about the ecstasy of submitting to predatory Arab cocks.
How on earth was she going to control her longing?
As she arrived home, being alone, she got her laptop and resolved to use the internet for help.