Ramzy El-Najjar was sweating; even though this woman was his to used morning, noon and night if he wanted, he was still a little worried that she migh... not finish the strip-tease.The music changed to a sultrier piece. Zubeydeh moved an upright room chair from the side of the room and posed with it. She sat down and leant forward so that much of her beautiful breasts could be seen, even the edge of the areolae. Then she reached down to remove her thin strapped shoes and even more of her upper. How did girl-me get away with wearing this stuff?I slammed the drawer in frustration. As much as guy-me would have lovedto see a girl walking around in this sort of thing, there was no way Iwas putting these on. There had to be a better way.I opened up my t-shirt drawer. Half of it was stuffed with a scandalousarray of lacey bras and the other was stuffed with all manner ofcolorful and delicate tops. I picked one up. In its unworn state it tookme a moment to process what I was seeing. It was a. She wanted some too, and let her tongue run over my fingers to lap up her sweet honey.We lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, sticky and wet and still thrilling from our orgasms. The film had stopped by now and it felt like we were all alone again.Soon, however, she reminded me that Mr Harris had brought me here for a reason and she asked me to get dressed again. Once I'd rearranged myself and was looking as sexily presentable as when I had first arrived, Holly took something out of her. I felt week and tearful. “Sit there and eat your breakfast bitch.” He watched as I struggled to eat every last bit. “Good” he said. “Now today you two girls have been invited to go and play tennis with Bob Coleman’s boys.” I nearly choked! “Mums out with your sister buying you new tennis gear, she said your keen on tennis honey?” I said nothing and went to my room. I lay in bed in my nightie. Id felt kind of strange since we moved, not just the clothes thing but in my body. My nipples.