“Look up at me, slave,” she said.
When I looked up nervously into her eyes she spit in my face.
“Fariha! Stop it! You mustn’t mistreat the slaves!” Khaled shouted.
“I will not allow my skin to be touched by this American w***e. She is less than a pig who ruts in the manure to me,” she said.
Khaled got a napkin off the dining table and wiped my face with it. The wife abruptly got up.
“I hope it was worth it to you to seduce my husband on his business trip. Now you get to be defiled in the mouth by every single man who comes in contact with you. I will have my breakfast in my room, Khaled. Instruct my slave to bring it to me,” she said, walking away.
Khaled helped me to my feet.
“My apologies, Aisha. My wife is still understandably upset with me. In time I’m sure she will be more ple
