I sucked hard on Rizwana's clit, giving her all the pleasure I could. Fahima's mouth popped off her sister-wife's nipple. The younger woman trembled i... delight. She then did something wild. She threw her leg over Rizwana's head and straddled her.“She's ready!” moaned Fahima, lowering her pussy to her fellow wife's face. “You have to breed her! Allah sent you to us to give us babies!”“Yes!” Wahida moaned. “My wife, my sweet Nova, you have to give her that gift.”“Damn,” I groaned, my mouth. She was still young herself then, a brunette, and I thought she was absolutely the most gorgeous woman in the world. Hell, my mom was smoking hot. She was petite, her skin bronzed by the sun everywhere her two piece didn't cover, and everywhere else a lovely milky white with perfect skin. I could alter where I looked and see most of what went on anywhere in that bathroom, and to this day I remember vividly everything about one night in particular. That night she peeled out of a tee shirt and. Willow was not thinking about any of that. She was thinking this was her first time in public as a naked slave. Her fair skin flashed red with her blush from her face down across her ivory breasts. She wanted to hide or run, but the bondage prohibited both. Yet there was another feeling too. She thought at first the trembling was fear, but she also felt the freedom of someone else making her do this. She was displayed and she found it exciting.Page led her by a leash attached to the posture. .."A feeling... red and blue flashers in the rear-view, Job interviewnerves, a room of, 'normal' people, 'looking' at... you. And thenwhatever was left of my balls got kicked into my throat by someone thatknew how to kick. I stood there for... I don't really know how long. Maybe twenty minutes.Picked up my bag and keys and drove the forty minutes it took at 5 inthe morning. 3.Yes, I knew where the key was, but I didn't, couldn't, just make a call.I suppose it was like one of those scenes from a.