Later... It's time to leave. It's a shame: that night gave to us, to Helene and me, manythings. I dress in smart clothes, feeling out of sorts and I give to Helene her slave dress. - I can't go out like that ! It's worse than if I was naked. - What about that dress ? It's a splendid slave dress. At that time, there is nobody outside. - I... I'm going to be cold ! - I have a jacket in my car. Now, be silent, slave ! You could be whipped. - You wouldn't dare ! - I dare everything and you know that. - Yes I know. Well, I'm coming. May I remove my make-up ? And henna ? - No, you may not. You are made-up as a slave and you are very pretty like that. Henna will fade itself. - What am I going to say at office ? - You'll tell that you have been in a traditional Tunisian weddingThere it's a custom. - You always have the last word. Pfffffff.... - Come now, my sweet and pretty slave. - Sweet ! You don't know me when I'm angry. Stop ! You succeeded in stimulating my nipples. Very clever !
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We go out. Helene lingers a bit, watches the hammam front, where she felt sweet tortures. - Yes, yes I'm coming. Brrrrrrr
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- Do you know that we can see every thing through the dress ? - Nya nya nya. Just teach to park correctly ! |
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We go. I'm worried: I'm hungry. There is a long time I didn't eat. I'm afraid that I can't control myself with Helene at home. The naughty girl starts about hitching up my dress, caressing me. I snub her, perhaps a bit coldly and I apologize. - Please, stop. You wouldn't want we have an accident . |
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She sulks a bit then: - Impossible with you. You park like a clumsy idiot but you drive very well. I fully trust you. Adorable, she is adorable. But that don't take the edge off of my hunger. I'm afraid. I'm afraid for Helene |