<strong>Moussad with Madison morn Day 1 dressing</strong><br/><br/>"Okay Okay," Moussad said and came to her.<br/><br/>It was not an excuse to touch her again. He was a man of god who did not need to stoop to excuses. His hand across her lower back to rest on her hip to keep her tight against him to prevent a fall. Which could happen at any time. The carpet did not have a proper rug thrown over it so anything was possible as they made their way to the bed.<br/><br/>He held up the top. A low cut rounded neck that began at the rise of her breasts. The sleeves were just off her shoulders and the length was just under her breasts. Spandex material.  It could have fit a five year old.<br/><br/>Women's things were so hard to gage. It should fit her. Or stretch out enough to fit. It was certainly going to mold to her body. Which in Ghassom opinion was ideal.<br/><br/>The skirt was a warp around that went to the floor. He showed her that as well and hoped she knew how to tuck it in. It came with instructions but it was in english so he hadn't a clue.<br/><br/>But he grinned as he held the top up for her to put on like he actually understood the whiles of a woman.  Everything she would need to know he would explain twice. Once in english and the second time in Aramaic.<br/><br/>"Okay Okay... put she up!" He told her and again told her to put the top on in a way he understood.<br/><br/>