He stepped forward, and made a lowering motion. Immediately, I was forced to my knees. "He wants a blowjob?" I thought? "That's not so bad, all things considering." He said something in Arabic, and suddenly my hair was pulled down, forcing me to arch my back and my huge triple D breasts to sway and quiver. His turban-covered face did nothing to express his feelings, but his burning eyes did. He reached into his pocket, and I feared what he'd pull out. I'd heard terrifying tales of mutilation...
"Please, kind host; I ask for hospitality in your care. I..." I thought back to from before all of this began. Something the cab driver had said... "I am a daughter...of Hassan, the Assassin!" I said. The men got quiet immediately, and started whispering. I had no idea what effect that would have on them. I only hoped that he'd not been playing a cruel joke on me.
"A daughter of Hassan?" the leader said, thinking this over. "That changes things. In that case, you'll need some of this..." I cringed as his hand slowly pulled something out. The strain on my hair and angle made everything hard to see until his face appeared over mine, something in a thin glass bottle...
"Olive oil." He said, shaking the bottle back and forth. "Just olive oil hahaha!" The others laughed with him. I tried to look around, confused as Hell. They were bellowing with laughter now as he shook the olive oil around. "You know what that means to us?" he said with a tear and a sniff.
I had nothing to bluff with, so I reluctantly shook my head.
It means... |