I'm surprisingly nervous as I slide to my knees in front of him. "Okay." I whisper more to myself than anything. I slid my hand beneath his shirt and ...an my fingers through the fuzz on his stomach. His body twitched at my touch and I enjoyed the warmth of his flesh beneath my fingertips. I undid the buckle of his belt and tugged softly on his jeans. "Ass up, these have got to come down." I smiled at him and I was glad he smiled back as he lifted his rear so I could slide his pants down past his. I held my breath and tears ran down my face. Once again I watched as it reached for my breast. I could see its finger prints caressing them as my nipples grew harder. I didn’t want to like it anymore. I didn’t want this thing pleasuring me. I wanted it to go away. So I shut my eyes and hoped that it would leave. With that I heard a sinister laugh, as if it was toying with me. Just then my mouth opened wide and he shoved its cock inside. It didn’t feel like a normal cock. It stretched my mouth. Huda remarks that dancing for us would be a pleasure and agreeing was easy and that she would bring some arabic belly dance music as well as a bedlah style outfit so the music would flow and be captivating. Then while at lunch the wife informs her the dance might be paused at times and Huda looks at the wife perplexed as she places the second page on the table, Reading the text eyes widen as she reaches the bottom then swallows and looks at the wife and with a shuddering voice “this could be. Make it 8 hours. That will be 10. More than enough time to get what I want. John answered with a sly grin to my father. Very well. Remember the agreement. My father was cut off in mid-sentence as John stepped in front of me and towered over my father. Remember what this is about Robert. Very confused I looked from my dad to John who now had a menacing scowl that scared me. Johns words were hard. You will be compensated. Come along Sarah. Walk into the house and turn left at the first door..