Where am I?” uttered Maria.“First, from this point on you will speak only if we direct you to. Disobey and you will be punished.”“But...” be...an Maria.The slap caught her across the cheek and sent her back to the floor.“Are you deaf, or just dumb?” asked the woman rhetorically. “Another word and I shall get the whip.”Maria, remembering Kyle’s whippings kept mum.“I am sure you have a thousand questions. We will tell you what we want you to know. You were bought from the young man named Kyle.. I knew how village women behaved from my own childhood. Muslim womenneed to be very reserved in public, but I often think that they wereexpected to make up for that in private, at least with other women.Convincing Gaddafi and the men around him that I was female would be theeasy part. The hard part would be passing as female in close proximityto (other) women.When it was felt that I was ready, I was sent back to Morocco as thefemale me, and I used an embassy staff member to help me mix with. I didn't have $500.00, so they schedule me to see the judge on Tuesday. (Monday was some holiday like "Presidents day" or something) Well, as you can amangin, I was realy pissed. The rest of Friday night, all day Saturday (my birthday), Sunday, Monday, and most of Tuesday before I had a chance to get out. I was not in a good mood. Up until this point in my life, I had managed to never go to jail. So this was new to me, but I was thinking the mountain jail was probably a whole lot better than a. I broke off the kiss and hastily removed Elrik's tunic. My hands gently ran across his broad chest in their quest of his nipples. His strong hands were caressing and kneading my breasts. We both moaned as our fingers teased each other's nipples. My hands moved from his erect nipples and traced over his muscular body to his lower garment. I kneeled, pulling his pants off, and gasped at the sight of his large cock.Elrik passionately kissed me, tongues entwined in a sensual dance. My hand stroked.