Every Inch

Douglas was back at the rug store, with Jenny in tow. He purchased another $20,000 in rugs, and Ahmad hobbled to the door of the store, changing the sign to signify the store was now closed. Then the three disappeared into the back room.

"What is your intentions with her?" Ahmad asked accusingly. Douglas looked from Jenny to Ahmad, taken aback.

"I don't have any --" he started.

"Do you consider yourself her boyfriend?" Ahmad said. Douglas considered. Separate bedrooms didn't really qualify for that status.

"Not really," Douglas replied.

"Just a friend?"

"Well, more than that."

"Perhaps a servant boy," Ahmad said, smiling mirthlessly.

"Perhaps."

"I don't trust a devil such as yourself. Not yet. But you must understand, Jenny's blood debt comes before your wicked perversions. And they always will." Douglas swallowed.

"I understand that."

"Good. Every inch today, Jenny." Jenny's eyes brightened and she purred.

"Of course, Ahmad."

By every inch, Ahmad meant a tongue bath. Jenny licked the soles of his feet, dragging the flat of her tongue across the dirty soles, and only then giving Douglas a passionate kiss. She sucked each of his toes, treating them like cocks. This wasn't a halal relationship, and it never would be. She existed for his pleasure, and only subordinately for Douglas.

She paid special attention to his scarred flesh, licking it attentively and then adding lotion to it. And Douglas watched, entranced, as she sucked his cock again, the elderly Arab's long and thick prick responding to Jenny's skilled throat. He was bigger than he was, Douglas realized, in the same room. And Douglas knew, deep down, that he was going to raise this man's children, as proper Arabic Muslims. And even then, the debt would never be repaid.