They jabbered at me, smilingand motioning me toward the house. One of the women was Aza. The otherwas Dalia. They were Jabar's wives, his harem. They ...ere also khanith,like me. The language was a hard barrier, but Dalia had been khanith allof her lives. Aza had come out in college. Both of them had played adangerous game, being trans in a middle eastern nation, an Islamicnation. I made it because I had permission from the government. Butneither of my new sister wives had that.Jabar, it turns. She would kiss me after taking his cum in her mouth to make sure I could taste his cum before she brushed her teeth. The strange thing was that she would never fuck me in his house, I never pushed it, I just assumed that it felt strange to her. I recall the first time we stayed at his house, we had arranged to drive into town for a meal and Carole had just taken a shower and fixed her hair. She chose a summery flower printed dress and tiny white thong to wear. She didn’t choose a bra as the. Seeing the two of them together like that made her sure of what she was going to do tonight."Oh... you look beautiful" Noah said the second he saw her. She was wearing a long green dress that matched her eyes perfectly, she wore her hair up but some strands escaped and fell down almost touching her shoulders, she didn't put on a lot of make up; just lip stick and green eye shadow which reminded her of her date with Noah five years ago."Thank you. You look good too" Oh he looked good! She. I wasencased and compressed.Helene nudged me." Try walking in it, ma'am."They had me walk back and forwards in the room. The garment held andcontrolled me, pressing on me, even affecting how I walked. It was astrange feeling. I was humiliated. Edith was looking at me with a smirk.I think she did that deliberately to break my spirit. Mary was justimpassive."Try sitting down in it, Natasha," said Edith.But Helene looked at me critically. "Try some stockings with it. I havesome here." She pulled.