In the traditional shalwar kameez it is relatively quick to dress and undress, and simplicity itself to use one's mutton dagger on a woman. The poor '...Colonel', however had to open his heavy tunic and struggle out of his boots and then his trousers in order to perform his duty.Fatima came to the dais with her sponsor while he was struggling to disrobe and they waited patiently for him before starting the formalities. When it came to removing her abaya, it proved that she was arrayed in the harem. "Does my little slut enjoy that? Does the thought of being destroyed turn you on?" he said."Oh yes, Daddy," I said as my hands continued to roam over my body."Good. Now take off your pants. I want to see the rest of your body," he said.I reached up and did as he told me, grasping a firm globe with each hand and pulled my ass apart, opening myself up for him."Oh, now that is just gorgeous. Such a small, hairless, pink little asshole, so pretty and delicious. It will definitely not look like that. .. I guess I'm coming down with something.' The danger of the situation seems to make the sensations all the sweeter. Close to cumming, I pretend to cough. 'You really don't look well. Maybe you should go home. I can get back to you about this Monday.' I really, really need to cum, but I have to hold myself back, if I can. It's exquisite torture. 'Yes...yes...Monday.' With a look of caring concern, she thankfully leaves and I climax almost immediately, Toby drinking down every creamy drop.. Going throughwhat I went through is, in my opinion, a no-win situation. It changesyour viewpoint on things in life forever. Even Ryan, who I loved andwho was kind, when I looked at him, sometimes I would begin to thinkabout what I would do if he hit me or forced himself on me. What couldI have done? He would have overpowered me. He could have beaten theshit out of me. He never would have, but those are the things you thinkabout. You question people. You question yourself. It took me.