As he pulled out she couldnt help but feel a sense of emptiness. The light breeze in the room made her shudder while she continued to make sense of what had happened. One thing was certain. In Madison's mind she SHOULD be ashamed of the act she had just committed willingly, but for now she felt complete and and that she refused to feel ashamed for.                            "Jadim," she had repeated once more but without an English word to explain its meaning it was lost. Madison's expresession showed just how confunsed she was when she turned to Moussad. There was a box of tissues conveniently placed on a shelf just outside the shower. She plucked a few and wiped what little cum had leaked down her thigh before pulling a towel tightly around her body before offering one to the man. The slave wondered if that would be sufficient, but with the language barrier nothing was certain.