Slut tried closing her legs against the unwanted attention, but the bloke was too strong, slapping her repeatedly across the face until she relented, ...aying back in the seat, legs open accepting whatever he wanted to push into her.Outside the car was pitch black, although slut knew the area around the village well, Mistress hadn't allowed her to drive since becoming her slave, and she had lost all sense of distance and direction.slut tried to blank out what was happening between her legs, she. Eyes connect seeing only each other. Anticipation rising to volcanic proportion. She can not contain the wicked grin that spreads across her face as in the next instance she swiftly impales herself upon him. Filling herself so fully of him, it is no longer possible to tell where he begins and she ends. Coming together so deeply, in pure sync, pressure building each time she takes him all the way in, Together, moving as one. Upward he drives her until she reaches peak after peak. Believing each. I got the light hair from her and the darker skin from him.”“And which is Muslim?” Cindy asked.“Neither. I’m not Muslim.”“But ... the hijab?”“My mother always tied my hair in a headscarf. Someplace along the line in school, kids started taunting me about being a Muslim terrorist. I lived in a pretty redneck area down south. You’d be amazed at how racist they still are. We got threats all the time, even though we went to a Presbyterian church. Being a devious creature, I capitalized on it. I. I guess, I owe you thanks as a grandmother also. Though I hardly feel old enough to be one. Where does the time go? It seems like yesterday that I was excited about finding out I was pregnant with Mikeya."I saw her looking out from the balcony of a villa, with fields of crops, stretching as far as the eye could see. She lingered in the memory, as she stood there with her hand gently on her abdomen. I knew she was remembering, so I didn't intrude.Finally, she said, "I do not know what led us to.