<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison morn day 1 shower</strong><br/><br/>Moussad smiled as she straightened. He loathed it but pulled out of her. Hissing as the heat of her slipped off like a coat. Leaving his semi erect shaft damp and cool to the air.<br/><br/>His arms folding her close. Her question. The word. He gave her a nod of recognition.<br/><br/>"Ja-dim.. Jadim," He repeated but did not explain the meaning.<br/><br/>A slave could not be a lover. It could not be. She was a slave. He had been.... excited.<br/><br/>"Wipe quick quick! We go," He said instead.