Submission -2

The three of us were sitting naked at the dining table and we were eating when I said to Halimah : Tonight I will make you so that you will never forget.

Hadi : Master , you cannot touch Halima because tomorrow she will be released as a Muslim woman.

Me: It will be tomorrow, you are both still my slaves and I don't remember that I allowed you to say anything, but okay, I will wait until tomorrow, but after tomorrow, even if a Muslim defeats me in battle, you will still be my slaves.

Hadi : Yes, master.

Halima slept in the middle when I told her that from this moment she will sleep in the middle because I want her husband look at her face every time i fucked her.

In the morning, when the three of us got up, you could see the lust in Halima's eyes (and the reason this character's name is Halima is because Mohammad's nanny was also named Halima), in Hadi's eyes as well you can see rage of dirty infidel even getting close to him . You look like this, I'm tired of those eyes and i break them.

We ate breakfast quietly, Hadi put on his clothes and we walked with the women towards the local mosque, the houses were shaded and the air was cool and we were in no hurry to leave (no, I was not in a hurry, except Hadi as if He was walking (Persian irony for hurrying)

Me: Hadi, where are the infidel women to buy clothes for themselves nearby?

Hadi: No, sir, they are only in the non-believer part of the city.

Me: Then we have to go to the neighborhood where your son works.

Hadi: No, my lord, my son does not work in those impure areas.

Me: When we get out from the Sheikh, I will go to the same neighborhood and you better shut your dirty mouth.

Halima

Since I woke up in the morning, I wanted my husband to touch me, but only the master could use me.

First, the master put his penis between my legs and touched my cunt. My husband protested, but the master told him that he should not have spoken again, and secondly, he only said that he would not penetrate.

Every moment the master was moving his dick, which was more or less the same size as my husband's, on my pussy, I was getting more and more horny. Once he pulled away completely and I breathed a sigh of relief, but after a few minutes he started to pull his cock between my legs and on my kuss ( an Arabic , Persian slang Synonymous for pussy or cunt) . Sometimes I felt his balls being in touch with my legs , and I was near climax when the master stopped again.