After a while, you pull her off your dick and up time to see that lovely sexy musalimah hijab clad body. First things first, you frantically work her...skirt, and then watch it drop to the floor and reveal her sexy toned legs and boots. Next you roughly tear her blouse apart, groaning as you pull it off. Finally she stands before you, only wearing her hijab, underwear and brown boots. You push her back onto the sofa and pull aside her black thong. You lick her out, as she moans and wails. She did love Kitten, and wanted to please and protect her. But a man had given her very clear instructions, and what else was she for but pleasuring men? Besides, a slut was crying and in pain and a man was being satisfied. She knew that was correct. She let her mind (such as it was) wander as Ben continued his anal assault on Kitten, viciously pounding her unlubricated sphincter. It was so dry, except for a little blood, he considered having the bitch suck his cock clean and rape her pussy. We are all off work and are bored.’ ‘Go shooting.’ Damn him. That’s not what I was expecting at all, though it did sound fun. I looked at the others and was met with nods of approval. ‘Shooting it is, thanks T.’ ‘Don’t mention it. When are you gonna invite me out there to tear the town apart?’ ‘Whenever you want. There is always space here.’ ‘OK, I’ll be in touch. Talk at ya later.’ ‘Bye Tyler.’ I hung up and we began gathering up the equipment for our day. I brought some old rifles my dad had. Max smiles. Then an incredibly long tongue slips out of his mouth to lick all the saliva from his face. “Hmm, so far you taste good.”“Let me go!” Grace shouts. “You will pay for this!”“I’m sure I will,” Max mocks. “But first I’m going to have a little fun.”A tentacle slips beneath her shirt, sliding up between her breasts. The feeling of warmth crawls over her bare skin and despite her repulsion, Grace likes it. It is so similar to her god’s touch. Then with one quick movement the tentacle.