Mimi's mother is persuaded, quite easily in fact

Mimi's mother at once realised she had been grinding her wet, puffed-up, excited cunt and beamed with embarrassment. Allison snuggled up to her and hugged her, eagerly telling her that all the white wives had sex with the local Arabs and none of their husbands knew. Allison added, with rapturous ardor, that once Mimi's mum had lay with one of the local Muslim studs, she would be a 'born-again' white slut for them, like 'the rest of us'.

Mimi's mum looked at the three other wives, they were frenzied with delight that she was open to sex with the Arabs, she hadn't said that she would, but far more importantly and far more conclusively, she hadn't said no. Her coloured cheeks, her wide blue eyes, her heavy heaving breasts and her still crossed-tightly legs all exposed her willingness to sleep with a man other than her loving but sexually inadequate husband.

Mimi's mother found the other three women's desire for Arab sex contagious; and after being asked for confirmation that they could ask a fourth man to join them, she was aware of her stiff, erect pink nipples pushing against her blouse; her heavy white breasts yearned for the caress of a man. And Mimi's mother now needed a man who could pleasure her. She was about to discover, as had some white women before her, and far, far more after her, that there were men that knew how to satisfy them far more exquisitely than their white husbands ever could.

Mimi's mum was thrilled with agitation but also sexual heat that there was to be no delay, no time to consider; the third wife, younger than the other two-perhaps in her late twenties, blonde and blue eyed like herself, taller and very pretty; we will call her Emma dialed a number on the telephone and squealed to the other three.

Mimi's mother sat there, trembling, but with no intention of going anywhere.