A friend...perhaps?

"You must pardon my comrades. They think all Western women are whores. I know the truth. They aren't whores at all. They are the Great Whore, a much more sinister danger, and they are afraid. You acted because you thought we'd kill you. In truth, that is not for us to decide. They knew this, and took advantage of this fact.

"Apologies. I..." he said, drawing the scarf down; "...am Walid Omani, formally William Patterson of Copenhagen. I traveled here to join my brothers in jihad." the man said. He was probably of mixed parentage, with an olive complexion but impossibly blonde hair. Katy had heard of European Muslims travelling here for this purpose.

"Will you...can you.."

"Protect you? Somewhat. I know how valuable you are. But you have started something you must first finish. Abdul will not speak for your safety if he is unfulfilled. I too must do something to you, or else I will have no ability to speak with them; though I will insist you be allowed to clean yourself first." He pointed to Abdul's cock. Katy nodded, and wiped the cum from her face. Abdul grinned, nodding to the Westerner. "Walid" nodded back, as Katy started to suck Abdul's cock again with a newfound enthusiasm. Her warm, wet mouth slid up and down his prick as her soft hand stroked his shaft.

"What did you say to her, brother? This is amazing!" Abdul said, his face already twisting for the inevitable orgasm.

"I told her what she wanted to here. Enjoy her mouth, and leave the rest of her to the commander." "Walid" said. He grinned, thinking about what he was going to do to Katy at the next town. The poor bastards with him had no idea how lucky they were. The guys back home would never believe he'd scored Katy Perry. He may have to take a few pics to prove it. His cock was swelling at the thought of it...

Just then, Abdul erupted in her mouth. The rumbling of the engine and his orgasmic groans sending a promise out into the desert of what was to come.