Aaliya knew what she had done, and she was starting to gasp for air. She was suffocating in Zara's cunt and drowning in her pussy juice, not knowing w...ether Zara will let her up or not. At the same time, Jake was plowing into her cunt causing her sharp pains, and she wondered if they'd kill her here, in the middle of her being r4ped. Just then Zara let go of her head and allowed her to breathe. "Aaliya you little hijabi whore, your daddy doesn't know what a slut you are, does he?" Zara teased. It wasn't easy; some part of me fought the reality that staredin my face every time I glanced in a mirror or looked at any part of mybody. But ma and pa kept me grounded, and I think my growing, undeniableattraction for Pete helped me negotiate the transition as well as I couldhave hoped. Today, I can happily say, in the words of that Rogers andHammerstein song from a couple of years ago, "I Enjoy Being a Girl."Once I finished hanging the laundry, I gave the house a final once-over;I didn't. The centre portion is kept with hairs for us to enjoy for love play. Growing the under arm hair was okay since she never wore sleeveless out side or when others are present except before the two of us or her mother and sister when they visit us. Any way I was busy drafting a legal document urgently required for Monday morning and hence told Arun to bring the new disposable razors from the cosmetic shelf with the before shave wettner she used to have for the shave. I thought as he brings it , I. Perhaps it was her unappealing taste. Or maybe she wasright. Maybe I did prefer dick. After a good 20 minutes of moaning andholding my head fixed to her crotch, she orgasmed and threw me off. Sarathen told me to get a wet wipe and wipe my face, then get started on myfoundation. She was going to take a shower.Returning to the adjoining room, I did as I was told. I paid carefulattention yesterday and felt I did a good job on the foundation. I darednot do anything else and sat there docilely.