I went into the bathroom dragging my clothes. I had a look in the mirror and saw I had my pussy lips swollen and bright red. All traces of makeup were... gone; my hair was tangled and I realized there was no way I could repair myself enough to fool my husband when I went back into the club.But I tried to do my best to fix my slut look face…I did what I could with makeup and lipstick but I saw it was useless: I looked as well fucked up; but then I decided I should return there to face my beloved. He looked like he wanted to devour her as his lips raced crazily over her face, down her throat where his teeth scraped lightly over her soft skin. The scent of honeysuckle spun in his head. She arched back, her low whimpers of pleasure pounding in his blood, as he caressed Barbara’s breasts. When they broke their kiss, Tyler’s erection was standing straight up, pulsing rigidly with every beat of his heart. They quickly turned and faced each other and then with a giggle, Barbara wrapped her. "Will you teach me to do that trick the General did?" he asked, almost diffidently."Of course, Master. It isn't difficult if the woman knows what to do. The General was just making it look harder than it is."Ramzy El-Najjar brightened up considerably."Then will I be able to teach Selima," he said."Master," said Zubeydeh in a shocked voice, "She is your wife. This is a concubine trick." Your husband taught you," he objected."Master, I was only his concubine at the time," she said, not wanting to. All of our programs have a back door known only to me, so I was able to bypass the security protection of Keep Out and avoid Booby Trap. I dug into the preacher's computer all the way to the extreme of his most deeply buried files. At first, I didn't find anything. However, it dawned on me to look at some of his sermons with some really weird titles, like "September Morn," and found a list of brothels with their daily take. Another sermon, "Feed Thy Neighbor," covered his loan sharking.