Indeed there was a man in the front of the car and he started it as soon as his- as soon as my Mistresses were in the car.
It stayed where it was, so I kissed more lovingly, with more effort, pressing my lips into the palm. Then the palm pressed down and wiped the concoction of our saliva over me.
With the thickest Arabian accent Khadija said "keese." I kissed the palm of her hand.
You have the bed." I took one of the pillows from behind her. I got as comfortable as possible, curling up and facing away from Khadija.
There was a heavy weight on my chest and I sensed danger.
Arwa watched me as she ate, completely naked, and I could not meet her eyes.
But you can bet your ass that I chopped her up eggs, vegetables and ricotta and served it to her with orange juice and coffee like I would for Samira. I fetched her a glass and filled it with a beaker from a table and handed it to her.
"You can be anyone you want to be now." "I want it," said Arwa. She stretched her bronze shimmering body over Arwa's and slid a hand up her leg. Arwa wrapped her hands around my wife's hips and moaned as Samira's fingers slide up inside her. The girls did not stop, only slowed and sped up as they liked. The light streaming through the curtains showed it was morning. "Hey." She was sitting up in the bed, unconcerned that her perfect breasts were uncovered. It was like she was watching me for the first time. " "We're- She's my Mistress." "You're her slave aren't you? She marched past me to the shower, but turned just ahead of me. She grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me violently on one cheek, then the other, pressing my face hard with her own. I could feel myself flushing with shame when she let me go. I was ordered to sleep on the bottom floor of our house on a mat in the kitchen. I only knew what they were doing by the screams and moans that stretched through the long nights. Come the day of my marriage to Khadija, Arwa and Samira donned their veils and attended with dignity as if they were devout, submissive wives. I lifted it to find an extraordinarily pretty face.
"Yes, I'm her slave, Arwa," I said with as much dignity as I could. She stood with her glorious nudity as if she were an Empress clothed in crown jewels. Make breakfast." She said and walked into the bathroom, giving me the first order of our marriage. * Before marrying Khadija, I saw little of my new wife or my old.
"I will do as you ask." "Very good." With that, I couldn't quite agree. My wives panted, moving their hips, touching tongues. I rose quietly to my feet, unsure of what to do next. It watched with a sad, beautiful smile beneath two black swimming pools. Opening our marital door, I expected to find Samira or maybe both my other wives.
She would treat me like a dog and I would treat her like a queen. And you must be Arwa." Samira's eyes fell over her. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Samira." The girls who had never met before hugged. "Both of you." I did as I was told as fast as possible, out of habit. Instead of obeying instantly, Arwa took off her veil.
Arwa came out of the house and walked right past both of us to the car. "So you can move over." The servant shook his head. The world was spinning as I moved round to the back of the truck. All the possessions acquired from a year of domestic bliss. I turned around to find another servant with the same blank face. He slammed it shut, leaving me and the furniture in darkness. After maybe 3 rough hours I felt the truck slowing to a halt.