Chapter 5Now to recap, when I was a teenager I had several pictures of hot women plastered over my bedroom walls. Madonna and Carole Vorderman just to name two, but there was one other woman who’d caught my eye, Fatima Haleemi. The picture was taken a few months before her marriage ended and at the time he’d just been caught with his pants down, literally. At the time I recall being angry that someone could treat such a beautiful woman so badly and as the months slipped by I found myself drawn to her face and body. When I m*********d I had a steady stream of women who took their turn with me, Fatima was one of those women.
Now she was in my bedsit, the door was closed and she’d drawn the curtains while I stood by the couch with a bag of lingerie she’d brought for me. My first thought that
