" But I'm not a slave. I am a free British citizen," she tried to explain.The negress looked at her with contempt, tapped the number on her own right ...houlder, and replied, "Slave now," turning her back and effectively ending the conversation.For two days the women waited; from time to time some small snatches of desultory conversation came to Helen's ears, but it was all in Arabic. Each evening then the guards came round with bread, cheese, over-cooked and unidentifiable meat, and water to. When I turned around, she just pretended that she saw nothing.It was raining heavily that evening while coming out from the gym, I saw Ritu standing at the bus stop. I asked for a lift to which she denied and after much insistence, she finally agreed on a condition that I would have a cup of coffee at her place. I thought that it’s a god’s gift to me to which I couldn’t deny. I said Ok and we went to her place. She told me about her husband and also the fact that her husband works in Merchant. I look up and down the road to see if there are any more neighbors that have just seen my son strip me naked in the driveway. Luckily, the only person I see is Monica.As I have been looking out the picture window, my son has taken off his shorts and is now completely naked. He steps behind me, runs his arms around to the front of me and grabs my tits with both hands. He pulls me back against his chest while he moves his hard cock up and down between my ass cheeks. I struggle to get away from. Then Clarity bolted away from her two friends and she came running as quickly as her long shapely legs could carry her into my arms. She threw her arms around me and with abandon she kissed me long and hard. "Oh darling Jimmy, I forgive you. I forgive you. They told me why you went away without telling me. Heather and Vicky told me and I understand. I forgive you."Then she kissed me again.We were starting to draw another crowd but after I mentioned this fact to Clarity she just grinned and.