I then realised itwas a kaffir, the gown muslim women wear in public, the full cover witha small mesh area for the eyes. Before it was put on a thick ...elt wasplaced around my waist and my arms were locked to my waist at the elbow.Ankle shackles were put on followed by the robe . "Goodbye," the othertwo were saying, "have fun."I was lead into the elevator, it stopped on several floors and manypeople came in. They didn't give us a second look since muslim women infull coverage are common in Hong. It's my Love button”, she swirled a finger on it until it stood. Ella took a breath, slid her fingers downward spreading her lower labia saying, “my pussy hole and you know what happens here”. Ella dug her fingers deep into her cunt hole, stretched it wide saying “this is really special. You can't tell the others ever! I'm saving this for you and you only, understand”? Ed spoke “Yes”! He saw her strain and push as her womb eased forward, she said “my womb and I can move it”. It eased forward to. ’ Her voice was rich, alto and smooth, dripping with sexuality, like Catharine herself. ‘Pierre,’ he replied, shaking her hand and trying not to become completely aroused by the touch of her supple skin on his. And that was it. As suddenly as she’d appeared in his life, she was called to another conversation by another interesting guest. What on earth could Pierre do that would hold the attention of Catharine? Probably nothing. But it was too late, she was a part of him now, one he could not. He had been devastated by the betrayal and I had moved back in to keep him company and make sure he didn't do something stupid. I was quite a good cook and a bit of a neat freak, so it worked out okay for both of us. I got out of my shitty one bedroom flat and Dad got someone to talk to and enjoy the odd pint with at our local.Anyway on the day in question I got home from work and after a shower, was puttering around the house looking for something to do when I found myself in Dad's bedroom..