. let Master see hislittle slut is eager and wishing to feed her Master.? His tone was deep andcommanding as he spoke to her. She obediently laiddown ...n her back and spread her legs as far as they would go, using her fingersto part her lips to display her pink insides to him. ? He smiled and pinched her ass sharply. ?Andwhat do you say, slut??? She let out asoft yelp as her bottom was roughly pinched. ?I offer myself for Master?senjoyment. I am His to do as He sees fit.??He smiled broadly.?. Loud enough for those sitting close enough to hear I said:"Claudia! I didn't know you worked here. I never expected to see a classmate here. I remember you once saying you lived in St. Louis. Maybe you can show me around." I'm afraid my fiancée wouldn't much care for that." He won't mind a friend sitting with you here will he?" Probably not."The rest of the conversation was general in nature and served to establish to those overhearing that we were just classmates who found each other working. NOTE: I love to wash a woman's hair!We scrubbed her hair, soaped up her body - paying attention to strategic parts. She grabbed the bar of soap and scrubbed my body - with special attention to my ass. She took that bar of soap and slipped it between my ass cheeks. She rubbed up and down - then slid the bar inside my hole. That told me where SHE was!We pulled each other close - soapy body against soapy body. We kissed a lot, sucking tongues just the way I like. We squirmed and writhed, smacking. However, there was something different about Fadheela-Anisah's stare. It was lustful rather than hateful. Her husband Hassan didn't seem to notice. He was reading a newspaper where they were talking about Palestine's bid for membership in the United Nations. Arab men love political news, and they love their mosques. Yet they're surprised when sexually adventurous men of other cultures steal all the cute Arab chicks. What a bunch of fools. Every time I came into the store, Fadheela-Anisah got.