Instead of her usual routine of going right to sleep, she reached in my shorts and started stroking me; something she always did to initiate sex; some...thing that hadn’t happened in a long while. I responded immediately and we had great sex for more than an hour. I didn’t suspect anything the time. I was just glad to be getting laid again. The next morning I asked her what brought about her aggressiveness the night before. She surprised me when she said, “Well, you know how you always said you. The arrogance of her training astounded her, overwhelming the sense of shame she knew she should at this instant be rightly feeling. Never in her years of training and mastery of the Art had she been instructed against the possibility of capture. Such a fate had never befallen a member of her noble order. One of them was touching her, holding her by the shoulders and lifting her into a crouch. She was pushed onto the sofa, on her back. She did not resist, knowing she had no choice. The only. "Say it, bitch. Say you like being fucked by Hindu dicks." "Yes...OOOO...AAHHH...I like...AHH..MMMM...being fucked....AHHHHHHH...by Hindu dicks. Ohhh Ammmmmmmmmmiiiittttttt" I yelled as the first orgasm hit me. I don't know if Amit making me acknowledge the taboo nature of this encounter played a role in it, but I had an extremely intense orgasm. I yelled and shuddered as it lasted longer than usual. "I wana hear my Muslim bitch scream with pleasure." Amit said triumphantly "Bet she is a sunni. The trailers started and I had to piss so I said I'll be right back and made my way to the rest room, it was a big bathroom with three stalls and two urinals, there was nobody in there so I made my way to the corner stall because the urinals had piss all over them. I stepped in and closed the door behind me but didn't lock it. I pulled my cock out and it still had cum all over it from the restaurant, I started to go and all of the sudden the door opens behind me and Andrea is there, she lock's.