“You have such large pretty breasts, Aisha. I’ve never seen such puffy swollen n*****s before. They’re quite unique. Do you like it when men look at your pretty t**s, slave girl?”
“I like it when you look at them, Khaled.”
“You’re proud of them, aren’t you, Aisha.”
“I guess so, a little. Yes.”
“They are so big and pert and bouncy. It’s as if, by their perfect form, you’re giving permission for anyone to take your clothes off, grab your pretty t**s in their hands, and take them into their mouths to suck upon…”
“Well, I don’t know about just anyone, Sire.”
“I just can’t stop staring at them, Aisha.”
“Thank you, My Prince. They are yours to stare at.”
The Prince fondled my breasts.
“Prince, may I ask you a question?” I asked
He nodded.
“Why did you say it was impious to kiss your
