What is your little sluts name, Cuck? Send Master a face shot, right now. Look, you DO understand that once I take her from you, you won't be fucking ...her anymore, right? She's MY wife now, cuck!"That kind of hit me in the gut. I wasn't in the habit of sharing face pics of Louise with strangers from craigslist. Her safety was a concern of mine, and this was only the 2nd email I'd received from a complete stranger. But, beyond that, there was the finality of his terms ... I wouldn't be fucking my. The requirement is that you perform for me." You want me to strip off, Master?" I ask, surprised by his generosity."Yes," he says sneering. "Music and outfit to be chosen by me."At the mention of an outfit, I feel nervous. This is going to be humiliating surely? The music will probably be something like at the club or from the training sessions."What kind of outfit, Master?" I ask as I watch the curiously smug expression spread over his face."You'll see. It will be filmed by me."He is. “That feels so good, don’t stop...” I slipped one finger into her soft folds, and slowly rubbed along the front of her vagina, pressing my tongue down against her clit, and my finger up inside her vagina. Shirley arched her back, keening her arousal, shuddering in near-orgasm. With a few rhythmic touches on her clit, Shirley exploded in climaxing, groaning deep in her chest. Her legs shuddered, trapping me. I kept gently swirling her clit with my tongue, until she grabbed my hair, and pulled me. He recited aloud:“In the name of Allah The Beneficent, the Merciful.”He ran his hands under cold water which broke his drowsiness. With a rough bar of soap he washed his hands up to his wrists and between his fingers three times like a surgeon. He did the same with his mouth, nostrils, face and forehead, arms, ears, head, neck, and feet, each three times. When the remains of sleep and the uncleanness of free dreaming had been abandoned for another morning, he dried himself with a towel and.