I heard Joe swear. I looked over at the monitor and saw that Joe had his cock out stroking. “Now Kayla, suck Daddy's cock for him. Suck it hard Kayl...a.” I turned around and he grabbed the back of my head. I licked the head of his cock tasting the little drops of cum on the tip of it. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and sucked it and teased it with my wet lips. He took both hands and grabbed the sided of my head and shoved my mouth down on his cock. “That's my good little whore. My million masochistic Miguel fantasies replayed in my mind. Now theywould now be re-enacted on my flesh. Had they read my mind, or hadMarta betrayed me? Protest would be futile, or even provocative. Iwas their sex slave, and my survival depended on playing the part.Miguel tore off my gown and threw me onto my grandma's bed. He grippedmy hair in a tight, cruel knot on the top of my head. His tuxedo pantsslid to the floor with a dull thud that could only mean a weapon. Heyanked my head. Still unable to talk, Lila kneeled in the foyer of the house. This was the most junior of the officers in Al-Mansour's domain; not the youngest though. The officer was an obese man, way past his prime, whose bulbous red nose betrayed that he ignored, at least one of the prohibitions that a good Muslim should follow. His slurred speech showed why, at his age, he was still such a junior officer.Aisha bowed her head to the ground, "Sir, I brought you this slave, for your use."He started to stagger. “Did you see how our waitress looked at Lori and me? She almost tripped over her tongue as she left the table! Maybe I should somehow ‘accidentally’ let my top slide down a bit, exposing my nipples...”She smirked as she pushed the top of her dress down, and I could see the dark skin of her areolas begin to appear.“Maybe a tiny bit more,” Lori said. “Give your nipples some fresh air!”Megan grabbed the sides of her dress, and wiggled it down a few millimetres until both of her erect nipples.