He was committed to making me feel a womanwith his manly love. He would never touch me inappropriately or coerceme into sexual practices of any kind.I... on my side, felt more and more subjugated to him. His Arab eyescommanded absolute submission and loyalty. I longed to submit to him andserve him faithfully. Whenever I served as his wife, I felt gratifiedand accomplished. Our absolute Commander (Najib) has established it is awoman's job to make a formal act of submission to her man. Submission. I was born a boy in a typical suburb. My parents had married withoutthe consent of their family members. My father passed away when I wasstill to be born so, I never saw him. My mom who is a very arrogantlady refused to seek help of the relatives and by herself has beentaking care of the family.Instead, my mom and several of other single mothers, who were liberalthinkers, had formed a sort of organization, which for practicalreasons lived in the same colony. The organization had also founded. .” Becky looks at us and says, “He understands ladies…of that I feel confident”. Dinner time rolls around and we all just graze on some of the leftovers and just kind of continue to decompress. Becky is sitting next me on the couch and just kind of lost in thought while leaning on my shoulder and gazing off into the distance somewhere. I am sure she is not looking forward to Monday and having to do all the things she is now left to do. I look at her and say, “Becky, you know I am going to be. Hearing her gulp nervously as his body brushed against her now still legs. Only her eyes moving along his body, her look asking him what he wanted her to do. That was all the permission he needed, moving between her thighs. His mid section level with the stage, his height giving him just enough to be face to face with her, leaning in to touch her lips with his, using his tongue to slowly brush along her bottom lip. Waiting a minute to have her object if she wished. Then continuing, seeing her.