...he hardly calls me anymore. He never tells me he misses me or loves me. He just hands me over a credit card and tells me to buy something nice. But...is that all I'm good for....spending money?"I whispered to her, "Of course not Mom. Look at what you've done for me. You've taught me more in a last few years than Dad has ever taught me. I've seen you at his ridiculous parties. I know you hate them, but you are the star attraction."She looked up at me, "Well no, but thanks." Are you kidding me!. I even gave them some sexual health booklets to share amongst themselves, ok the booklets were written for sixteen to twenty year old girls and it was illegal to supply such information to under sixteen’s but the information was accurate. I suppose you have already heard some tales from girl friends about their boyfriends.”“Yes I have but I don’t know what is factual and what is a load of old rubbish..... What I am going to tell you next goes no further than us, right?”“Of course Becky. Not. He also bought a virgin younger daughter from a poor family whose name was Zelfa and who was being sold because of their poverty and because no husband had been found for her. She was some ten years younger than his own twenty-nine years, but that, he thought was about right. Later in life, his father had had concubines who were only a third of his age, but Ramzy El-Najjar was certainly not into small children; time enough for that when he was sixty years old.When he got Zelfa back to his harem. ‘Touch me. I need you,’ she moaned. I moved my fingers inside her drenched knickers. I ran my finger up her pussy. I stroked her wet pussy lips which made her moan. I then wiped some of her pussy juice on her other nipple. I sucked the same one, making her breath heavier. I then moved my attention to the wet nipple. As soon as I tasted her I was in heaven. Her scent, her taste—it all drives me wild. I licked her nipple so hard and fast. I was driven by desire. My finger dived into her soaked.