The morning call to prayer woke Hamdan, and he immediately got ready for the mosque. Before leaving, Hamdan took the time to squeeze Alisa and his mother's breasts. Upon returning from the mosque, he found Alisa and her mother had already returned to their respective activities. Still very tired, Hamdan went back to sleep in Alisa's room, as Hamdan had an afternoon class that day.
Around 8 a.m., Hamdan woke up to the sensation of his penis being massaged. It turned out that Alisa, dressed neatly and wearing a niqab, was squeezing Hamdan's penis from outside his pants.
Alisa: Oh dear... let's get up... it's already this late... why are you always the one waking up...
Alisa's joke was sweet, her eyes filled with adoration. Her glasses enhanced her Islamic beauty in the eyes of every man.
Hamdan: Ahh... yes, honey... are you going to go, my Alis?
Alisa: Yes... doesn't Mr. Hamdan have class?
Hamdan: It'll be a bit later.
Hamdan's hand squeezed Alisa's 36F breasts.
Hamdan: Eh... you're not wearing a bra? Geez... Sister Alisa is getting naughty, huh? Wait a minute, let's check the others.
Hamdan's hand started to move down and groped the beautiful, bespectacled sister's buttocks. And Hamdan was right; it turned out Alisa wasn't wearing underwear.
Hamdan: Oh... she's naked? Why aren't you wearing a top and a bottom, honey? What are you doing, Alisa?
Hamdan teased while squeezing Alisa's buttocks.
Alisa: Uuhh... Hamdan asked this question... so it'll be easier if you want to fuck on campus later, honey... Hurry up and eat breakfast... Mommy's already prepared it, but remember... don't let Mommy keep getting fucked... Alisa kissed Hamdan and left, carrying her niqobi bag. It seemed Alisa was still upset about what happened last night when they were having dinner and Hamdan accidentally had sex with her mother at the dining table. Hamdan immediately headed to the dining room.
Mrs. Zaskia: Ehh... Hamdan, honey... did you just wake up?
Hamdan: Ahh yes... ma'am... I was so tired last night... You're beautiful and sexy, I couldn't help myself...
Mrs. Zaskia: Hehe... but you're embarrassed... Hamdan's cock is amazing too... I'm addicted...
After sitting on the dining chair, Hamdan realized that Mrs. Zaskia was naked, with only a thin apron covering her body and an instant hijab covering her head. Mrs. Zaskia's breasts, which resembled giant mountains, were even more beautiful. Her reddish nipples stood out, adding to her beauty in that outfit.
Mrs. Zaskia: Uh yes... Hamdan will be sleeping here from today... I've already told your boarding house owner that the boarding house matters are settled.
Hamdan: Huh? So what if they find out?
Mrs. Zaskia: Easy... it won't happen... the people here already trust you.
Hamdan couldn't believe what he was dreaming about last night to receive such a windfall.
Mrs. Zaskia: Do you have class today?
Hamdan: Hmm... at 1 o'clock, ma'am... how about this?
Mrs. Zaskia: Oh... I'll accompany you to the store, okay? I'm too lazy to drive myself.
Hamdan: Oh... okay, ma'am.
During breakfast, Mrs. Zaskia sat right next to Hamdan. She propped her breasts on the dining table because of their large size. She told her story of how she finally divorced her husband and how she hadn't felt the virility of a man's cock for almost seven years. Because her husband was too busy and temperamental, Mrs. Zaskia no longer felt lust for him. To restrain her desires, Mrs. Zaskia could only masturbate, sometimes with the aid of a dildo, but even that couldn't quell her repressed sexual desire. Mrs. Zaskia continued to talk while her hands squeezed Hamdan's cock, making him stiffen.
Mrs. Zaskia: Let's go... I'm afraid the employees won't work properly if we're late.
Hamdan quickly got ready, and Mrs. Zaskia put on a wide, flowing hijab and a purple robe. The Honda Odyssey now served as Hamdan's vehicle and also as Mrs. Zaskia's personal driver. The shop wasn't far from his house, but throughout the journey, Mrs. Zaskia's hands continued to mischievously pamper Hamdan's cock.
It was 9:30 a.m. when Hamdan and Mrs. Zaskia arrived at the shop and entered the staff meeting room. There were about 10 women waiting inside. They were all around 25 years old. Two of them wore niqabs, while the others wore wide hijabs, like those of Islamic activists. Not long after, after Mrs. Zaskia sat in the director's chair, one of the female staff stood up and began to present the business record for the past week. Even though she was leading the meeting, Mrs. Zaskia still looked elegant and charming with her right leg crossed over her left. Hamdan also enjoyed the view available in front of him. Mrs. Zaskia sat slightly hunched with her hands folded on the table, her two giant lumps seemed to be protruding on the table making all the female staff present in the room jealous of the gift that God had given her. Hamdan also He swallowed harder, wanting to bury his face between Mrs. Zaskia's two beautiful mountains.
Mrs. Zaskia, aware that Hamdan was stripping her naked with his gaze, shifted her position to further challenge Hamdan to enjoy the beauty of her body. Now Mrs. Zaskia sat leaning against the back of the chair and pulled her hijab over her left shoulder. Hamdan, sitting on Mrs. Zaskia's left side, felt his cock begin to harden at the sight of Mrs. Zaskia's breasts, which her Islamic robe couldn't cover. Mrs. Zaskia's gaze toward Hamdan grew increasingly flirtatious. Not only was Mrs. Zaskia attracted to Hamdan's presence in the room, but all the female staff members were also stealing glances at Hamdan. There was even one veiled female sitting right next to Mrs. Zaskia who glanced directly at Hamdan's manhood and kept her gaze on him. The size of Hamdan's large cock was clearly visible through his pants. During the meeting, which lasted about an hour, Hamdan became a feast for the eyes of the women in the room. It was as if they were fighting to see every part of Hamdan's body.
After the meeting, all the staff returned to their respective rooms. Ms. Zaskia invited Hamdan to the owner's room, along with one of the niqab-wearing women present at the meeting.
Ms. Zaskia: "Come here, Hamdan... come in first... I'll introduce you to my friend."
Hamdan: "Oh yes, ma'am..."
Ms. Zaskia: "This is Ms. Susan, my comrade-in-arms... she's still young and beautiful," Ms. Zaskia joked to Ms. Susan, which was met with laughter. Although only her eyes were visible due to the black veil, Ms. Susan still looked elegant in her wide black hijab and long black robe.
Ms. Susan: "What's wrong, Zas?" You're already a grown-up kid and you're still so sexy... Oh yeah, let me introduce you to Mrs. Susan... What's your name?
Hamdan: My name's Hamdan, ma'am.
Mrs. Susan: Oh, Mr. Hamdan, are you new to Yogyakarta? No wonder you're so enthusiastic, Zas. Your driver is so awesome.