When I moaned from the cramps, Master laid me down on my side, one hand massaging my belly and the other gently fingering and stretching my soaking cu...nt.Deciding I had enough he rose and led me over to the side yard pulling the plug and signaling me to go. I promptly squatted and obeyed and when finishing i quickly leaned down and kissed Master's boots. Smiling in approval he offered his cock, enjoying some pleasure as the enema finished running through me. Finally finished he gave me a quick. While she recovers, I slowly slide off the dildo, crying and whimpering.I am exhausted, but there is one more task to do, and once I remove thedildo from the table, I see her eyes glued to the screen again - sheloves this part. I have to clean the mess of cum on the table - and, ofcourse, I am not allowed to use hands. I feel totally degraded andhumiliated licking my own cum off the table with a beautiful girlwatching my every move with comments about me liking it too much.Afterwards, I strip. She leaned her head back against the fabric of the car seat and I kissed, nuzzled, nibbled, just below her ear.Her hand had found its way to the front of my jeans, her palm flat against my hardness, resting there. I pressed deeper into her, warm and impossibly slick on my finger. I started to move in a slow-motion “come here” gesture as I kissed that spot where shoulder meets neck.Her hand was now pressing harder against me through denim. Pressing and releasing in a slow hypnotic rhythm.She. "We all were!!!!" commented Fatima."This is a Christian country, found under Christianity for persecuted Christians. Your countries persecute Christians. I am pretty sure that some Muslim countries must have survived for you 'ninjas; to run away to!!" sneered Carol."Ninjas???" asked Noor."Oh I get it!!!" cried Fatima.'Ninjas' was a reference to Muslim girls with hijabs on, especially those who wore really long black covers all over their bodies, and that many Arab and Afghan women were covered.