.. I couldn't breath! I started to panic, my arms flaying about in the air as, still holding onto my hair, Tommy rammed more and more of himself into ...my mouth. His cock was far larger than any dildo I'd ever managed and I just knew I was going to die! I tried to push Tommy away but he was far too strong for them... and then, slowly at first, I started to recall my lessons. Getting a grip on myself and relaxing as much as I could, I breathed through my nose as opened up my throat allowing Tommy. She was also telling me what she was studying while she was here in the United States. She was doing both of these things because I had asked, and I was leaning my chin on my hand and looking into her eyes with an air of intense interest, hoping she wouldn't notice that my leading comments and questions would, if one were observant, belie the fact that I was actually paying no attention whatsoever.My favorite waitress was on tonight, and she came over to ask for our drinks. I ordered a bottle. Other than the cuffs and blindfold, you are naked. As you hear the door close you kneel up straight, as you were supposed to be. Whilst you waited for me you had rested your arse on the back of your feet. You know you will be in trouble for that at some point. I move into the room, not approaching you. You know I am in there but have no idea where, or what I am about to do. I know you could turn your head, shake off the blindfold, find out where I was, but I want to see if you have the will. I am the head of the household. You are merely a woman. Do not pretend to involve yourself in affairs above your place.” They were confident-sounding words, but even Michaela and Mick Werdan could detect a hesitancy and defensiveness in Hakim’s retort. Even if the more fundamentalist brand of Islamic culture dictated an inferior place for women, the sparkling intelligence in Fatima’s eyes seemed to be having none of it. Right away Michaela detected it; whether official or unofficial, Fatima’s.