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belong to him, and it is his wish.’
    â€˜When did he last take it off?’
    She looked away from his searching gaze. ‘He has never taken it off. I wear it always.’
    â€˜But that’s incredible. How long has it been?’
    â€˜Six – maybe seven years,’ she replied. ‘I can’t really remember exactly.’
    He pulled away from her and rested on one elbow.
    â€˜Sit up on your knees.’ She did as he ordered. ‘Now hold up your tits for me to bite.’
    Without a thought she held out her breasts, and even when David bent forward as if to bite them she didn’t flinch.
    â€˜You would have let me do that, wouldn’t you? You would have let me bite your tits.’
    She nodded.
    â€˜Why?’
    She remained on her knees offering her breasts. ‘I belong to my master. Malek has given me to you for one night and I am to obey you as I would him.’
    â€˜But why?’ David was confused. ‘Why give up a good job to be a slave and concubine? Why do it?’
    â€˜Malek wanted help with his maths. When I first went to his rooms to tutor him he seduced me. He made love to me like no other man. After that I could have no other – only Malek. I pestered him constantly, and when he rejected me I did anything I could to attract his attention. Eventually his degree finished and he was to leave England for Iran. I begged and pleaded with him to take me too, and even said I would do anything he wanted me to do.’
    â€˜Even to be his slave?’
    â€˜Even that; he has total dominion over my body. I gave him that in return for his protection and attention, no matter how little. Any mathematician will tell you that the difference between zero and one is greater than one in a million. I am content with my one. Even when it means that I must sleep with a man that I have never met and don’t even know. If my master decrees it, then so be it.’
    David’s erection rose further than he thought possible as he lowered Miss Haines onto the bed. It was hard for him to imagine what she looked like behind the visor. He could picture the prim and pristine miss in front of her class. Twenty young men hungry for knowledge of figures and the figure of miss, dreaming of her naked breasts beneath her satin blouse, of stockinged thighs under a knee length skirt.
    She told him of her time in Mashhad with Malek’s brother; the only time doubt had crept into her thoughts. Mashhad had stopped all that. The training to please, the feel of the cane as Malek’s brother taught her to love and obey. Each lash of her bottom brought back the desire for her master and the need to please him. The pain of every whipping, though great, was insignificant compared to the pain of their separation. She would have taken a thousand such punishments if they brought her to Malek sooner. She told him of the humiliation of being kept naked for weeks at a time and being forced to wait hand and foot, not only on Malek’s brother, but on his wives and children. They had a large house on the edge of the desert and she was detailed with keeping it clean. It was also her responsibility to ensure any visitors to the house were entertained. Some of those visitors had taken their entertainment from her several times in one night, and on more than one occasion she had been forced to please more than one visitor at a time.
    David toyed idly between her thighs as she spoke, slipping his fingers in and out of her moist vagina, stopping only to kiss and caress her firm, heavy breasts. Instinctively her legs rose and bent at the knee. He took them in his hands and folded her so that they rested against her shoulders, and then slowly and effortlessly he entered her. His orgasm erupted with a burst of semen that flooded her totally. Neither moved nor spoke until David’s flaccid member flopped from her slick passage. Only then did he lift his weight from her.
    â€˜God, I wish I could see