It’s a wonder that Fatima is covered up; Mr Faisal usually has her stripped when he operates. He says it relaxes him.” With that Betty leant forwa...d and undid the straps of Fatima’s uniform. It dropped to the ground, leaving her naked. Mary’s eyes were drawn to Fatima’s slim body. Nowadays, she almost expected that she would not have any pubic hair, but amazingly, Fatima did not have any labia either, just a smooth expanse of skin running down between her legs. Only a thin pale line showed. She massaged it in with her fingers as deep as she could. Then proceeded to repeat the process. Again she twisted my nipples and pushed another inch in.“Almost there, honey.” She smiled again. “Almost all off my cock is in you.“ Ann's comments were just adding to the debauchery of the whole situation. She was narrating it and it turned me on that much more.“And for the last two inches,” She squeezed my balls. I hissed in pain and she shoved the rest into me in one swift move. I was full. That. Breeding me.“Yes, yes, plant your baby in Mistress Kora!” Nathalie squealed, the eighteen-year-old sex slave quivering beside us. Our slave-wife had both her hands rubbing at her cunt, jizz and pussy juices dripping out of her. “Fuck her so hard!”“Gods, yes!” growled my brother, his solid weight atop me. I loved it, his muscular chest rubbing against my nipples, teasing them as he pounded my cunt. “Slata's hairy cunt, yes!”He fucked me with such fervor. Our bodies heaved together. I kissed him. When he finally pounced, I was frustrated and flabbergasted, but intrigued all the same.He'd asked me for a date. It shocked the shit out of me. He actually wanted to spend time getting to know me. The next evening we met and went out to eat. After dinner we went for a walk along the lake. It was wonderful. I was sure he'd fuck me after that. He'd spent money on me and spent time with me. Shit, he had a right to something in my opinion. But he settled for holding my hand. After a few dates, I.