The stipulation was that if the girls won, they would be queens for the rest of the weekend, being waited on hand and foot, and the guys would have to...do anything they demanded, but if the guys won, we girls would become their sex slaves, and be compelled to satisfy any sexual demand of any of the three guys, not just our own boyfriends. Now even though, technically, all of us are friends, this was not to be a nice, friendly workout. There was a lot on the line, and everyone was going to go. . you know it takes a lot to turn him on." It does?" He followed her like a faithful hound. She led the way into what he'd always thought of as the spare bedroom, waited until he was safely inside, then shut the door."Now!" she said. "I think it's time you fucked me again!" Again?" Yeah, I thought it last night and the night before." She was casually undressing, despite the fact that she was only wearing bra and panties anyway. "God, look at these things!" she sighed, giving her breasts another. "Why are you still here!!!" said Miley."I am an American. I was even born in this country!!" commented Noor."We all were!!!!" commented Fatima."This is a Christian country, found under Christianity for persecuted Christians. Your countries persecute Christians. I am pretty sure that some Muslim countries must have survived for you 'ninjas; to run away to!!" sneered Carol."Ninjas???" asked Noor."Oh I get it!!!" cried Fatima.'Ninjas' was a reference to Muslim girls with hijabs on, especially. For a moment it looked very serious. Then an almost evil smile broke his face. He called out to his friends that he had to go and obeyed mom, getting into the other backseat of the truck on the other side of the cooler. I expected him to glare at me, or sigh as he got in. He did neither. Instead he smiled at me and we started on the road. I had hoped the 'talk' would be soon but hadn't expected it right away. Were we still gonna golf? What did they want to talk about? Why was it so.