<strong>Moussad ~ Madison dressing morn day 1</strong><br/><br/>Moussad with pleased. She was a beauty. Her eyes shown and the colors of the sarwee and Khamlee accented her curves without saying slut.  He grinned and put his hand to his cheek in approval.<br/><br/>“Yes yes,” Moussad exclaimed.<br/><br/>He slipped into the baggy pants and long jacket of his people. The large red and white patterned ghutra was placed on his head so that the back hung down and the sides were tucked neatly under the black double cords of the iqal that rested around his head.<br/><br/>He took her hand in his, “We go!”<br/><br/>It was a direction as he lead the way out of the bed room. He brought her to an open  area with rugs and a fireplace. There was a small spit and brazier on the hearth. As if it were more than decorative.  Large pillows were stuffed high in a corner. He kept moving to the front door.<br/><br/>They would eat at noon when they returned. It was time to take her to see Mr. Fritz.<br/><br/>He reached for the leash on a hook by the door. below them a set of manacles. He would need them also.<br/><br/>“Hands,” He said as he turned back to her.<br/><br/>