You cup your own hands over my breasts as they begin to move lazily with each hard, slow thrust. Toying with my nipples, your thrusting becomes faster...- feverish, purposeful. My moaning becomes louder and just when I think I'm going to succumb to orgasm, you pull out! I scream with disappointment, but you quell the height of my cry by placing your hand, that is covered in my juices, over my mouth, moving it hard against my face. You kiss the backside of your hand and move your lips to my chin, I. Yvonne slumped on the pillows that were her makeshift bed and slowly beganto fall asleep all she heard through the headphones was "You are FatimaKahn, Rabia loves you so very much, she knows what's best for you, you area good little Fatima, you do as you are told, Rabia will protect you from harm.." thiswent on in a loop the whole night.. This went on for a month. Rabia using Yvonne, pleasuring her and talkingto her in the day time and then at night locking her in the closet with themessage. So he tells me to sit down and he jerked off into his hand and rubbed it over my forehead, cheeks , over my lips. Then he said it might be easier next time to rub it over my face with his dick because his dick is smoother and he could "pin point" spots. I knew he was lying but I wanted to feel his dick on my face ! The next day we stroked and looked at his magazines and he looked from the side of his eyes and would see me staring at his dick. He knew I wanted it and he would give a slight grin. I didn't want the long walk toimprove chances of being seen; I needed it to give me chance to build mynerve.Getting out of the car I let instinct lead me. I freshened my lipstick,slipped my handbag over my shoulder and didn't even consider my sneakers.I walked across the car park in my high heels, enjoying the sound eachsmall step made. I stepped away from the wall, out of the shadows. Therewas the occasional glance, but nobody really gave me a second look. Icould raise my head, but was afraid.