The cigarettes Maxwell Carter had forced between her lips and the bubbly champagne she had drunk all combined now to make her feel slightly numb, gidd... and nauseous. Then the ensuing sensuality had left her loins in a hopelessly churning state of unrest and titillation. There had been nothing in her previous experience to prepare her for his question.Dominique and Maxwell laughed condescendingly and Ellen forced a smile. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life, and her memory of how near. Yes it was obvious that I watched Molly to avoid obvious missteps.I made it through dinner and enjoyed the food. I didn't care much for the food rules, but they were negotiable. I finished desert and waited to see what the plan for me during the rest of that evening might be.Molly took me by the hand and led me Into the adjoining meeting room. Then she led me around to the various smaller groups that had formed. For some reason she wanted them each to at least meet me. I had no real idea what. Never expose either my breasts (which had started developing) or my pussy to any one, as theseare very private parts of a Muslim female and whose privacy has to be preserved by a girl, even atthe cost of her own life.6.Never go out of the house without either my father or brother as they are my guardians (Mahrams).They will watch over me until marriage, whereon this guardianship is transferred to my husband.7.Never let my hijab slide from my head as God’s angels hit girl’s heads that is. ” I stammered. “Very well, we’ll begin.” I felt the cold slick leather swat return to my left buttock. In some ways, the rubbing back and forth eased the throbbing of my earlier paddling. He tapped a few times, finding the perfect spot with which to begin. “Thwaaaack”. My head jerked up as the swat landed square on the sit spot on my left cheek. God, he’d put some strength behind that. “Aaaaahh!” I caught my breath. “One… thank you, sir.” I gasped. “Please… may I…. have another?” I managed.