The men from the Team of the Prophet would be arriving tomorrow.Bin Salaam took a taxi to Durban, dressed like any other businessman – he even carri...d a briefcase, filled with the shipping papers. He checked in to the Albany Hotel, in the center of Durban’s busy downtown. He retrieved a suitcase that had been left for him yesterday by a delivery van registered to a shell company in Shalcross, a small town some twelve kilometers to the west.In the suitcase were clothes that would turn Bin Salaam. " "Yes, sir." Sit on the edge of the table with your pussy exposed, with open legs." I do as I'm told, sitting on the butt plug, I spread my legs open, leaving my cunt at his mercy. He puts the vibe on highest. Gosh, this feels so GOOD! I want to cum so bad! But I am not allowed to cum for 7 days, and before that I didn't for two weeks, so it would be almost a month by the time we are done! But, man do I love it!In couple of minutes I want to cum and beg "Please, master, may I cum?" "I have to. I didn't. "You are such a beautiful little girl, Cindy," I said to the sleeping child.My eyes finally moved from Cindy's crotch to her flat chest. She had no breasts yet. Her nipples were not even visible. I reached down to pat the place where her breasts would soon begin to appear. My hand moved down her chest to her belly to the flesh that had first drawn my attention. My fingers caressed her smooth mound. One finger came to rest between Cindy's bare lips. My mind screamed at me to stop this. When the little twit from town came abreast with my concealed position, I stepped out from behind my bush with the barrel of my downward-pointed AR-15 draped over my forearm, held in place by the rifle butt tucked into my armpit.The color drained out David Fitzwater’s face as his eyes widened in shock and surprise.“Does anyone have a match?” I took the unlit cigarette dangling from my lips and held it aloft. “I seem to be out of fuel.”“Stop! I don’t think you’ll be needing that,” Sheila called.