Marion had her hand lightly on Donald's left arm, while Duke paced along majestically beside her."You look so proud, Duke!" Marion mentally communicat...d."Of course I do, Mistress!" he replied. "That is because I am! I am escorting one of the greatest heros who has ever lived and his divine wife, my mistress! Every tiger in the world envies me right now, and would do anything to change places. I am the proudest tiger in the world. My master and mistress are the Duke and Duchess of. I begged him and made him promise that he would let me go afterwards and he even promised to let me go. I pleaded to the younger Arab to tell him not to hurt me.He spoke to the old Arab and he got up and came over. I was sitting on the mattress crying. The younger Arab told me to show them what a nice pretty girl I was. He made me. I had to undo and pull down the front of my dress again so they could see my breasts, lay back flat on the mattress. I had to pull my skirt up and open my legs, so. It wasn't Mara, herself, or her husband, that was the provocation, as such, but the long history of racial abuse African's had suffered under the oppression of the West, and of the Caucasian 'race', itself was, without a doubt a significant component to the sexual energy they all experienced.For example, Jamal (and his friends as well) absolutely enjoyed calling Mara various derogatory names and slurs---such as 'slut', and 'whore', as they were fucking her; but what excited them the most was. ” Check and mate. I don't even speak; he just takes control and now we are heading back to my house for what I can only imagine to be a fun day. My fantasy is about to become real and I will not resist... well, not fully. Both of us arrive at my house and I lead the way in to see my wife freshly out of the shower. Yes, it is going to happen. My wife glances down and smiles, knowing the same. “Welcome, Sir, and welcome home, Slave. The shower is at the end of the hall; please be quick.” Sir.