"Fatima rolls her eyes, and grits her teeth to stop herself from the nasty retort she's about to make.Fatima Amir, a South African Muslim woman lives ...n the outskirts of Johannesburg in a small town called Duncanville. She was raised in a staunch Muslim home and was an only child to Yunus and Ayesha Amir. Fatima wore the Islamic hijab which consisted of a long cloak, and her hair was always covered with a headscarf. This was the Muslim dress for women, and was considered a sign of a good. Still, he was hesitant the whole way back to my apartment. Even as I was modeling successively skimpier underwear, he still wasn't getting it. I could tell he had a hard-on; what was it going to take to get him to make a move? He finally took the hint when I came out completely nude. Even then, I practically had to climb into his lap, he was moving so slowly. I got him standing and moved him to the bedroom, kissing the whole way. I thought I'd have to take the next step too, but he surprised me. While Mike and I were clearly at a disadvantage bringing up the rear, I got the feeling that if Dave was in the lead he would take off with his foot to the floor and never be seen again unless wrapped around a tree. If we went first I assumed Mike would get us stuck eventually, landing Julia in front of us to winch us through, therefore putting her in the lead.With no real solution and Mike’s temper fuming, I decided not to offer any suggestions to our traveling order, even after we ended up. "Good, he'll want to look like a girl for what is coming. Take off the blindfold will you?"Heather took off my blindfold and I got my first glimpse of my two friends dressed in black corsets. Neither of them had on panties and both had their tits exposed. My clit strained against it's prison. They unbound me from my restraints and then lead me into Mistress Anna's room. There Heather sat in a soft chair. Her stick thin figure and tiny tits sunk into the chair. She spread her legs and.