Tentative Beginnings

"Mr. Barre?" Douglas asked hesitantly. Yusuuf was looking at the paperwork for the loan. He didn't look up.

"Yes, what is it?" he said impatiently.

"I'm sorry Sir. My wife and I were wondering if perhaps you would do the honor of joining us for a meal tonight." Yusuuf looked at Douglas like he was a lesser being. Then he looked at the beautiful woman in the photo on his desk. She, however, had promise.

"You may. Tell your wife to dress properly, however. I'm an important guest." Douglas smiled thinly. He had no idea.

***

The kids were with the sitter, Faith. Douglas was dressed in his suit. Elizabeth was dressed in a conservative black dress. She looked at her guest with a mixture of fear and interest. Yusuuf treated Douglas as if he were simply house staff.

"More pepper, boy," he said, adding spice to the meal Elizabeth prepared. She swallowed, staring at her guest.

"So I don't know much about you, Mr. Barre," she said smoothly. He looked her in the eyes, she quickly blinked and looked away.

"I was born in Somalia. My uncle was a ... hmm, you Americans would probably call him a warlord. He wasn't entirely successful, so my parents got me out of there before the civil war got more out of hand than it was already. And I'm giving big business to your husband here, aren't I boy?"

"Yes, Sir," Douglas said. Elizabeth's eyes gleamed. It wasn't any man that could put her husband down, not just a peg or two, but down half a ladder. Douglas didn't have the heart to tell them he was doing it all for free.

"Umm, do you go to church?" she asked tentatively. This was something that made her especially nervous.

"I am a Muslim," he said simply. She nodded. She thought her horniness would dial it down a notch at that news, but while her brain treated it as unwelcome, her pussy apparently disagreed that that assessment. Disagreed strongly.

"I ... I see. And would you expect it of ..." Elizabeth cursed herself. Why was she even exploring this hypothetical? This was a means to an end, not an end. She had no interest in that path, so why inquire?

"You'd do it when I commanded it of you." His confidence was intoxicating though. "Boy? How big is your bathtub?" Elizabeth looked at her husband sharply.

"Big enough for two, Sir." Yusuuf smiled broadly.

"Go run a hot bath for two. I think your wife and I are going to go get to know each other ... more intimately."