But I decided to be an obedient wife; to receive my birthday gift…Just a while later I heard the elevator stopping at our floor. I got on my knees f...cing the door and covered my eyes with a black handkerchief. I put my hands behind my back and waited the arrival of “my Master”…The door was opened and some footsteps sounded on the carpet. Soon some fingers were shoved directly between my soaking wet pussy lips. A soft whisper sounded into my ear: “Nice and wet my little bitch…”Then I could hear. I could be in love … but all I have to offer is lust.I want to be her; wrapped in his strong arms, head pushed against his chest, cheek abraded by his fine hair as his cock slides effortlessly deep into my warm, welcoming pussy and my fleshy stomach ripples with pleasure.I want to be him; head resting between her wide spread soft thighs, dribbling wetness hot on my tongue, my rigid cock pressing hard against my stomach as I lick my way across the shuddering stiffness of her clitoral nub.Slowly,. ”He grinned and then laughed, “sounds like old home week.”I laughed as another ambassador stopped to talk. The arena was almost crowded with a lot of males in the stands watching. I wore a battle dress uniform with no weapons. Every female turned as I entered and walked straight to the center of what they called the battlefield. That was like shouting, “I am the best and will take any that wish to face me.”There were growls as several started for me. I bowed to the first as she stopped, “thank. "I always feel challenged by you," I told her. "Before I met you Ithought Muslim women only wore black hijabs and long dresses. Yet youare a riot of colours and wear miniskirts that are far longer than Ithought possible." I think you Christians have an expression about being a broad churchwhich is meant to mean that there is room for differences of opinion,yet you have leaders like the Pope and the Archbishop of Canterbury whokind of represent the whole denomination. We Muslims think.