She stood facing them again. “Yes, it is wet.”
“Why is your cunt wet?”
“You...you arouse me, Master Abul. When I am in your presence my...my cunt is always wet.”
Grinning and nodding at his friends, Abul continued, “Tell us what you are wearing under that expensive suit, Mrs. Ryan.”
“Nothing. I have nothing on under the suit.”
“Why?” the man named Zubair asked.
“I wish to please my Master and his companions. I wish my...my body to be easily accessible to them.”
“Notice her mouth,” Abul said. “See how bright red her lips are. Lick your lips, Mrs. Ryan. See how they shine. She has a well-formed mouth. Not long ago she used it only to gossip with her rich, lazy friends around their swimming pools. Tell us what you’ve learned about the true purpose of your mouth, Mrs. Ryan.”
“My mouth
