The sellers and shopkeepers are men. Sometimes another half-changer jumps around. Of course, you can't walk around as a woman in a miniskirt and top w...thout a bra in such an environment. The Arabs there think a European woman is a whore anyway. So a black woman with a much older, white man can only be a slut in their eyes who can be fucked for money. On the way to Sukh, some young men made corresponding remarks, which I didn't understand with my bad French, but my wife very well. That's why she. Would I satisfy her? Would I please her? Would she discipline me for some slip or slight, real or imagined? Would she leave me on the brink, whining with need and incomplete until I had abased myself sufficiently? Actually, I never left there without the sense of release that had amazed me from the first, and had now become now become infinitely more fulfilling.With Margaret's authorization I kept up my fitness regime, jogging, going to the gym, toning my body for Margaret to enjoy. I spent. What I did made her writhe and moan so I'm sure it must have felt good, then she put her hands on my head and told me to get up on her and fuck her.I'd never heard those kind of words from my aunt but it was sure sexy. I raised up, my face wet with her juiciness and moved to put my dick right where she opened between her legs."Rub your cock up and down on my pussy, Riley, get it wet, then it'll go in easier."I did just that and she was right, I pushed and it went right in. I didn't need any. It wasn't hard, only enough to sting."Wrong. You reply 'Yes Master.' So you are slave number 1?"Amanda swallowed. "Yes, Master."The man smiled. "That's a good lil' slave..."She felt him press the vibrator more firmly against her sex, causing Amanda to moan involuntarily." ... Now do you want to cum, number 1?"Amanda didn't say anything and just looked in her captor's blue-gray eyes. Again, the man slapped her, this time a bit harder."Answer me, slave!" he yelled in her face.Amanda couldn't look.