Her parents, seated to her left, were intent on the Quran in their laps and paid no attention.Instead of closing her legs in horror, I saw a flicker o... a smile on her face and a little pink tongue slowly lick her upper lip. Then, to my astonishment, her legs slowly parted. It was barely a movement, just a slight adjustment to anyone else, but it opened up a whole new world to my gaze. I could see the silky smoothness up her upper thighs, her satin pink panties, and, unless it was my. Barely 20 she had become very adept at teasing, sucking cock, tit massage and even how to use her arse to please the locals. She met a young British guy and agreed to become his personal sex slave in return for assistance to move to England. Lucy knew what she wanted and usually got her way. Being small had advantages as many men thought they could abuse her without realising it was her who was in control. When she agreed to marry it had nothing to do with love or even the sex, which in reality. She lay still for a moment as her own pleasures subsided and received a kick in the ribs for her idleness."Not so well trained if it has to be told to clean my prick," remarked her tormentor, motioning for one of the slaves to do it."We need to keep score," said Ramzy El-Najjar, "That's three for not pleasing Faysal and six for not licking a prick. Total nine so far."Everyone in the room, including Zubeydeh, knew exactly what he meant. Nine strokes of the whip as punishment for her shortcomings. Nobody from his state got into a position of power without the Syndicate approving of them. The media had Kar’s back. They prevented the full story of his probable beliefs from being known by all but a few independent people who were willing to do a lot of research on their own. But what could these few people do? After all, the monolithic media wouldn’t print or broadcast any information that could be harmful to Kar. It didn’t hurt that some of Kar’s critics, who knew the most about him,.