Dunya was kind to Katharine and helped her bathe and tried to deliver edible meals. When Katharine was alone at night, she dreamed of Mohammed. She often awoke to his face, and many times pushed her slim fingers inside her pussy to relieve the tension that had built.
She wanted him, and only he would do. But she knew she would have to forget about him if she was to ever have a life filled with a husband and children, which she wanted. She would try to find a man in England who would treat her well, and then she would marry, but she would always dream of Mohammed.
She dreaded seeing her family again. What would they think of her? She wouldn’t tell them of her time spent in his bed. She would say she had been a servant and leave it at that. She would never mention that she had craved his touch and ached for him.
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"Come to me," he whispered in the dark room. The familiar scent of incense hung in the air as she walked toward him and he commanded her to disrobe.
"Princess," he spoke to her as he reclined on the pillows before her.
She watched with horror as Yasmeen settled herself between his legs, her naked body glistening in the dark light. They both had the same honey-colored bodies with dark smoldering looks. He smiled as he fed Yasmeen his thick cock. His hand guided her dark head as she made slurping noises in the room.
Yasmeen was crouched like a dog, with her ass in the air, as she worked on Mohammed's cock.
Katharine watched the scene and Mohammed nodded at her. She knelt behind Yasmeen. She felt pulled into the threesome by his dark eyes and the need to please him. She was, after all, his mistress; it was her duty to please.
Yasmeen's small ass was in the air as she bobbed up and down on Mohammed's thick meat. Katharine moved her hands over Yasmeen's ass and was fascinated and sickened at the thought. She looked at Mohammed's dark eyes over Yasmeen's body and he smiled.
"Take it all," he softly told his wife as she gagged slightly at his thick length.
He looked over at his mistress as she knelt behind his wife's ass. Yasmeen moaned deep in her throat as his cock expanded inside it.
Katharine slapped Yasmeen's ass hard and Mohammed smiled as she gagged on his cock.
"Shhhhhh," he told Yasmeen sharply, as he watched Katharine touch herself and realized she needed to be pleasured.
He moved Yasmeen away and motioned for Katharine to approach him.
"You need to be fucked, princess," he told her as he grabbed her hips and positioned her over his cock's length.
"No, I'm not ready," she said, shaking her head. She didn't want Yasmeen in the same room with them. It was wrong.
"You're sopping wet," he said as his fingers pushed into her slick cunt and he pulled her down over his length, impaling her with Yasmeen's saliva still on him.
"Ahh," she cried out in pleasure and pain.
He nodded to Yasmeen, who was crouching next to them. She immediately came over and twisted one rose-colored nipple between her fingers and moved her hands over the slender white back.
"No," Katharine cried softly at the other woman's intrusion.
"Shhh," Mohammed told her softly. "You are here to please me."
"No," Katharine begged as she bounced on his cock and Yasmeen tongued her nipples into hard points.
Yasmeen grabbed Kat's golden hair and twisted it around her hand.
"Bounce, whore," she told Katharine, and she slapped her bottom until it was red.
Katharine tried to slow the climax as Yasmeen's hands and mouth tormented her.
"You're a whore here, to please the sheik," Yasmeen told her coldly as she slapped her ass again.
The sheik’s hands were on her hips and his cock was buried deep within her as he came. His white seed spilled out onto the pillow as he moved away from her.
Katharine was horrified and disgusted as the sheik said, "Send in the next girl."
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