I'm not sucking him." I yelled. "You're not turning me into some sort of whore." "Get your belt" my husband said to Pete as he removed his own belt fr...m his trousers. I tried to get to the door but my husband grabbed my hair. He dragged me over to the desk and and threw me face down across it. He ripped the skirt off me and started to whip my arse. Pete joined him. I screamed as they whipped me mercilessly across my back, arse and upper legs.They could hear me outside because the waitress came. I lived a pretty sheltered life, with strict arab muslim parents. Getting their permission was not easy but thankfully it came with persistence. At 20, this would be my first trip away to another country - away from the parents. Sad but true right? Abdi was an Ethopian arab speaking friend. It sparked off our uni friendship and its grown ever since. Its nice to have arabic friends here in London. He was a cool guy, very friendly. We landed in Amsterdam on a Saturday afternoon and having. Damn she passed the obedience test Arthur thought.Chapter 2- Arthur & MomArthur was on the phone with Cindy sure will go see that movie on Tues he said , don't worry ill pay he continued, meanwhile Sonia was licking his ass. She shoved her tongue up her only son's ass , & licked it like it was an ice cream cone. Arthur motioned for her to jerk him off as she did it . Arthur continued talking with Cindy on the phone , hey remind your mom i want her here at 6pm sharp on Monday & tell her to. Like a fucking couple.Then I remembered.Her comments.Zoey always thought Beth was cute. I mean, really really cute. She talked about her big boobs longingly. Like she was the one that wanted to motorboat them and lose herself in her never ending cleavage.Then I thought of Beth. She was a victim of rape. Her first real boyfriend "raped her roommate."Men were monsters. Not to be trusted. And there were alternatives. Of course. Of fucking course!And apparently, from the looks of this domestic.