Chapter 1: The First Month

On Friday morning, we slept in bed, exhausted by the tension of the situation, until we heard the door opening. Ahmed and Hassan had returned and opened with Ahmed’s keys. They went directly to the bedroom, and Ahmed said, “Wake up! And remember, no clothes, and kneeling.”

He gave us some black leather cuffs and said, “Put them on your wrists and ankles. From now on, when you arrive home, you must undress and put on the cuffs.”

We put on the cuffs and closed the small locks that held them. Then he gave us black leather collars. They were rigid and wide and had a tag. Mine said “Slave” and Aisha’s, “Slut.” We put on the lock and closed it.

Then Hassan grabbed me, took me to an armchair, and tied the cuffs on my wrists and ankles to the armchair with some ropes. Later, he took a rope and tied one end to the collar and the other end to the back of the armchair.

When I was completely tied, Ahmed said, “Although you both said that you would accept to be my slaves, I know that men can become nervous and ‘lose control’ when they see other men invading what they think is ‘their territory’. The Slut is not your ‘territory’ anymore; it is mine, but until you accept the situation, I prefer to keep you tied.”

He then used his mobile to unlock the chastity belt and the bra of Aisha and ordered her to take off both elements.

He then said to Aisha, “Slut, lie down in the bed, open your legs, and get ready to receive your Master.” She laid down and opened her legs.

Then he added, “You must beg me to fuck you. Say, ‘Please, Master, fuck this Slut and take ownership of your property’.”

Aisha repeated the sentence: “Please, Master, fuck this Slut and take ownership of your property.”

Then Ahmed climbed to the bed, laid down over Aisha, rested his cock over the entrance of her vagina, and ordered, “Take my cock and put it in your cunt.”

She guided his cock to her vagina, and Ahmed started pushing. However, she was neither wet nor dilated, and the penetration was difficult and painful. I could see the pain expression in Aisha’s face but was unable to do anything.

Finally, Ahmed got tired and angry: “Stupid Slut, you are dry as the desert. I don’t want to hurt myself. You must always be ready for your Masters. I want you available to fuck at any hour of the day. You must masturbate or apply lubrication so that I can find your cunt wet.”

He stood, went towards me, and said, “Slave, you can provide the lubrication this time. Suck my cock!

“And if you are tempted to do something thinking that it will prevent me from fucking the Slut, forget it. If you dare bite me, I’ll cut off your balls and cock, the nipples and clitoris of the Slut, and then I’ll send you both to jail.”

I began to suck his cock, trying to introduce as much as possible of his cock into my mouth to provide lubrication for Aisha. While I was sucking, Ahmed said to Hassan, “I have had an idea. Tie the Slut to the bed spread-eagle.”

Hassan tied Aisha using four ropes that connected the cuffs in her arms and legs to the bed legs. He stretched until her limbs were taut. Then Ahmed said, “Take one of the vibrators we have in the bags and put it on Slut’s clitoris until she is oozing fluids and on the verge of cumming.”

While Ahmed continued fucking my mouth, Hassan followed Ahmed’s instructions, and, after some time, I was able to see how the vibrator began to arouse Aisha. Although she tried to resist, she began gasping and moaning. The blood began to swell the lips of her sex, and a few drops of fluid appeared at her sex opening. Hassan notified Ahmed: “The Slut is ready.”

Ahmed pulled out his cock from my mouth, went to the bed, knelt between Aisha’s legs, and with a strong push, entered Aisha. He started fucking Aisha, almost removing his cock, and entering again to the bottom.

While he fucked Aisha, he said to me, “That is how I like cunts: wet, warm, and soft. Slave, what a pity you can’t enjoy it; it is delicious, but it’s reserved for my brother and me and for some of our friends. But don’t worry; if you are very lucky, you will be able to fuck the slut in a few months. The Slut would not be as tight as she is now; probably she would be very dilated by that time, but take comfort in the fact that in return, after being fucked so many times, she will have learned a lot of tricks.”

I was devastated to hear Ahmed; fortunately, Aisha hadn’t heard what he said. She was distracted by the vibrator, which was still over her clitoris, and by Ahmed’s heavy pushing and shoving. I could see her breasts moving forward and backward with the strong pumping of Ahmed, and her face contracted with the proximity of the orgasm. Her breathing was quickening, and her moans were getting louder and louder. Ahmed continued sliding his cock in and out of Aisha’s vagina, and, after some minutes, with a final push of his cock to the bottom of Aisha’s vagina, Ahmed began cumming, shouting, “Take my cum Slut!”

This final push, combined with the stream of cum in her cervix, made her cum, with a cry that she tried to stifle. Ahmed said to me, “Learn how a master makes the Slut cum.”

He stood and said to Hassan, “You have her ready. With her fluids and my cum, although your cock is very big, you will have enough lubrication.”

Hassan climbed to the bed, put his cock on the vaginal lips of Aisha, and entered with a deep shove. He started pumping with long strokes. I could see the pain in the face of Aisha, and her body was squashed by the enormous body of Hassan. He mauled her breasts and pinched her nipples, adding pain and stimulus to her body, but she was exhausted and unable to move or react. He had a thick and long cock, and I could see her labia stretched around it while he was slamming her pubis with strong pushes.

After a few minutes, he cummed, rose, and said, “Wonderful fuck; I can’t wait to fuck her ass.”

Ahmed answered Hassan: “Did you get what I meant yesterday about the pleasure of power over people? We have fucked their bodies and minds; they are hating us, but they can’t do anything; we have absolute control over them, which increases pure sexual pleasure. It is a power that only old emperors have had.”

Then Ahmed added: “As good brothers, we are used to sharing all, so we should do a last ‘test’. Let’s fuck the Slut together!”

They untied Aisha and put her on all fours, then Ahmed said, “Let’s test how the Slut deals with two cocks at the same time. Sadly, there are no more men at home now, so we could test how she deals with three cocks and all her holes filled. But we will look for some help in that area in the next few days.”

Ahmed kneeled behind Aisha, took her hips, and entered her vagina in one go with great force. Thanks to the two previous cum loads, there was lubrication, and it was not too painful but, of course, not pleasant. Ahmed started pumping, which moved Aisha back and forward and made her sway her breasts. This attracted the attention of Ahmed, who moved his hands from her hips to her breasts. He took her breast tightly and said, “These tits are wonderful handles. If you grip tightly, the Slut doesn’t go far.” She had her head down and resigned; she let herself be manipulated and used.

Ahmed grabbed her hair with his right hand, pulled her head strongly back, and said to Hassan, “Come on, get on board!” Hassan inserted his cock in Aisha’s mouth, which she had to open to the maximum to admit the entry of his cock. Ahmed returned his hand to Aisha’s breasts, and Hassan grabbed her hair, guiding her head into his cock. They started bouncing Aisha between them. When Ahmed pulled towards himself, entering to the bottom of Aisha’s sex, Hassan’s cock almost came out of her mouth. When Hassan pulled towards himself, his cock penetrated into the throat of Aisha, and only the head of the cock of Ahmed remained between the lips of the sex of Aisha. After some minutes, both came, first Ahmed and later Hassan. They let Aisha fall into the bed, stood up, and locked a chain to her collar. Then they left, leaving us tied.

Aisha was asleep from exhaustion, and I, tied, could only admire her body covered in sweat, hers and that of the men that had possessed her. I wished to touch and caress her to comfort her. Thinking about caressing her and contemplating her beautiful body and her breasts, which went up and down with her breathing, I began to feel aroused. But as soon as my cock tried to swell and become erect, the strict limits of the tube in my chastity belt stopped any intent of my cock swelling, and its downward position caused me pain, and my incipient erection ended. It was the first sample of how cruel my forced chastity was; it made it impossible to get an erection, let alone cumming.

For some time, I could hear the sound of tools like drills and hammers. I would later find out that they had made holes in different rooms of the house and added rings and other elements to chain us or keep us in restraints.

Later, I heard the doorbell and some voices of men moving furniture and big objects. About noon, the men left, and Ahmed and Hassan came to the bedroom. They locked a chain to my collar, untied our restraints, took us to the kitchen using the chains as leashes, and we were ordered to kneel. Then they lock our arms’ cuffs behind our backs.

They took four bowls, filled two with food and the other two with water, and said, “Eat and drink. Without hands, of course.” We were very hungry and thirsty, so we ate and drank, kneeling and just with our mouths.

While we ate, Ahmed explained how the new life at home will be: “From now on, I’ll sleep in your bedroom and Hassan in the second bedroom. The third room has been converted into a ‘gym’ or ‘playroom’, where we have installed some equipment that can be used for gymnastics, but here it will be used for fucking and playing with your bodies. Also, we have added acoustic insulation to the walls, just in case we must punish you and you scream too loud. Slut will sleep on a mattress in my bedroom so that I can have her at hand and fuck her whenever I want, or in Hassan’s room on the nights he wants to use her. You, Slave, will sleep on a mattress in the playroom except on the nights Hassan wants to use you. “We have also installed many rings in the rooms to chain you, for fucking, or just to keep you restrained. We don’t want you to move from one room to another or try to meet without our permission. I know that you are romantic and want to be together or at least see each other, but don’t worry, I’m very generous and have installed a monitor in the playroom that will allow you to see the other one in the bedrooms.”

When I heard this, I thought that with the distribution described by Ahmed, I’d be the one to be in the playroom most of the time, so the real goal of the monitor was for me to see how they fuck Aisha.

Then they ordered us to tilt our heads to touch the ground and raise our asses. Then Ahmed said, “Your asses will be used a lot. To make it more pleasant for us, we must dilate them, so you will wear these anal plugs frequently.” Hassan got one plug, added lubrication, and inserted it in Aisha’s anus, pressing hard. Then he repeated the operation on my ass. At the beginning, the plug entered easily thanks to lubrication; when it reached the widest area, I felt pain and felt my anus very dilated, but after one point, due to its form, it entered easily. It was my first time with something in my ass; it felt strange and dilated.

Then, taking the chains, we were taken to the playroom. There we saw the monitor, the mattress, and several frames, devices, and benches. Ahmed explained to us: “This bench can be used to fuck any of you and also for milking the Slave. This frame can work as a stock or pillory, and those frames will be used to tie you up and use you in different ways. We will start with them.” They unlocked the cuffs from our backs and tied us spread-eagle to the frames, using our cuffs at our wrists and ankles. We were facing each other. I could see her beautiful body completely naked while I maintained my chastity belt. With her arms raised high and under tension by the cuffs, her wonderful breasts stood out even more. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body, especially her breasts.

Ahmed took a crop from a table on which there were many bondage and sex toys and products, approached us, and said, “When you disobey, you will be punished in different ways. From lighter to heavier, we can use this crop, a whip, or a cane. And of course, we have many other ways to flog you. Just as a sample, I’ll show you the effect of a crop.” Saying that, he moved behind me and began to flog me in my ass with all his strength. The pain was enormous, and thankfully, he stopped after just ten lashes; otherwise, I would have begun to scream. Then he moved behind Aisha and started flogging her, stopping equally after ten lashes that she endured with just some moans.

Ahmed moved between Aisha and me and said, “The only disadvantage of the Slave´s permanent chastity belt is that it hides his most sensitive points. However, the permanent availability of the Slut means that we will have other targets for a good punishment, like her clitoris.” Saying that, he hit Aisha’s clitoris with the crop. Aisha cried out in pain. “And of course, her tits,” he continued, using the crop twice, once in each nipple. Again, Aisha cried out in pain, louder this time.

Ahmed moved her frame forward until Aisha and I were almost touching. He said then to me, “But we don’t need a crop for a good punishment; look, look, Slave, look to the Slut, so close and so far. Don’t you wish you could touch her? To caress her hair? To kiss her ... like I’m doing now?” While he said that, his hand was touching her face and her hair. After grabbing her hair, he abruptly pulled her head backward and kissed her lips. He continued: “Imagine kissing these full lips, or even better, having them around your cock, as they have been around mine, her soft lips sucking and licking my cock until I cum and fill her mouth with my sperm. Imagine having these arms around you, hugging you, and what would you feel if you could put your hands in her hips and waist to caress her slender legs.”

While he was talking, his hand was moving over Aisha’s body, touching and caressing her soft skin and the parts he was talking about. He then moved his hand to her sex, entered two fingers in her vagina, started moving in and out, and said, “Her cunt is full of cum, as must be the cunt of a Slut; don’t you wish you could fuck her? soft, warm, inviting, and wet, like a perfect glove around your cock. After fucking her twice, I can assure you that she is delicious. Look, I don’t lie to you,” he said, pulling out his fingers from Aisha’s sex and running them along my face, leaving the scent of Aisha mixed with the smell of their cum. “Someday, perhaps you would be able to fuck her and enjoy her cunt.”

The words of Ahmed and the sight of Aisha’s body were driving me crazy and completely turning me on. My cock was trying uselessly to swell inside the tube, and the downward position was making my attempt at erection very painful, but I couldn’t help it. It got worse and worse as time went on.

Ahmed moved behind Aisha, grabbed both breasts, bringing them together and lifting them up, and continued: “And look at her tits, her best assets. Look how I kneaded them! Look at her nipples, how they become hard when I roll them between my fingers. Wouldn’t you like to lick and suck them? They are very sensitive and make her enjoy when you caress them, like this, and hurt when it’s needed. Look...” And saying that, he went from caressing the nipples to pinching them strongly. She let out a whimper from the pain in her nipples, and I groaned because I couldn’t resist the pain in my cock.

Ahmed moved the frame a little closer to me and pushed the back of Aisha, so she was almost touching me. Her nipples were within a few centimetres of me. Ahmed said, “This is your last chance to access her tits in a long time. If you stretch your head, perhaps you can lick Slut’s nipples.” I tried with all my might, but I was always a few centimetres short of her breasts and nipples. After many attempts, I gave up with a groan of despair.

He then turned the frame showing the back of Aisha, began fondling her buttocks, and added, “Last but not least, look at this ass, these very attractive buttocks. I can’t give you an opinion firsthand, but in a few hours, I’ll have fucked this sweet ass. And I can assure you that I’ll fuck her ass a lot. The best position for a slut is on all fours, submissive, and offering her master her holes, so he can select which hole to use each time. Sadly, her ass is not included in the options I’ve granted you for your monthly cleaning, so you will have to wait one year to verify my description. In exchange for the wait, you will find a much easier and more open road.”

They then took two ballgags and tied them to our mouths, silencing us, and left, saying, “We don’t want you to lose time chatting.”

I stood contemplating the back of Aisha and waiting for the swelling of my cock and my frustrated erection to subside.

They returned after some hours, untied us, and led us to two benches. They forced us to lie on our stomachs on the benches and locked our ankle and wrist cuffs to the base of the benches. As we were positioned, our faces were facing each other, and we looked at each other. We still had the ballgags, so we couldn’t talk. Ahmed moved behind Aisha, and Hassan moved behind me. They pulled out our anal plugs, applied lubrication to their cocks, and rested their cocks in our asses.

Ahmed said, “Now is the final step for the inauguration of your new life. We are going to take your anal cherry. The first time, it can be painful for you, but you will get used to it in the next few months. Also, the plugs and the lubrication will help to make it more comfortable ... for us.”

He used his hands to separate Aisha’s asscheeks, put the head of his cock in her anus, and started pushing. I could tell by the expression on Aisha’s face that it was painful for her. She let out moans, stifled by the ballgag. He continued pushing, slowly but with force, until he said, “The head is in, but a lot of cock is still out.” His cock was slowly and painfully working its way through the sphincter until all of it was in Aisha’s rectum. He slowly withdrew his cock until only the head was in her body, and then he began, with growing speed and force, to fuck her ass, every time almost extracting his cock and entering up to the bottom. I could hear the sound when his body hit her buttocks. I saw tears on Aisha’s face. I had gotten to know her very well and knew that the tears were caused not only by the pain but also by being used as an object, helpless to resist or avoid the humiliations those men were inflicting on us and the future that awaited us, especially her, as sex slaves. Her tears mingled with her weeping and moaning while Ahmed continued shoving her.

I was distracted from Aisha’s grief by the hands of Hassan separating my ass cheeks and the head of his cock at the entrance of my anus. He pushed and pushed until it began to dilate. It hurt me more and more, and I was feeling as if my rectum was tearing. Then I felt how Hassan’s cock penetrated my rectum slowly but firmly until his body was touching my ass. He withdrew his cock until only the head was in my rectum, causing me to feel intense pain, and entered again. He continued the cycle with increasing speed and strength. I couldn’t help but moan in pain, although the ballgag suffocated them. They continued sodomising us for many minutes, and I don’t know if it was due to relaxation or desensitisation, but my pain decreased.

Ahmed was the first to reach an orgasm. He gave a final, very strong push, remained still, and filled the bowels of Aisha with cum, saying, “All your holes are mine now, Slut.” Hassan, after some minutes, was also coming. I felt how his cock pulsed and vibrated, and I felt a kind of hot and wet sensation in my bowels. They pulled out their cocks, untied Aisha, and took her outside the room, saying, “We need to shower us and to shower the Slut; she stinks to cum.” After some time, Hassan returns, unties me, and takes me to the bathroom, where I take a shower that soothes my pain and relaxes my muscles. Later, Aisha and I were fed in the kitchen, as previously, with bowls on the floor. This would be the way we would always eat in the future. They ate at the table.

Then Ahmed said, “It’s too late; let’s go to bed. Slut, you will always sleep in my room, chained by the collar to the bed headboard, in the bed, or on a mattress beside the bed. Every morning, you must wake me up at eight o’clock with a blowjob. After that, you must go to Hassan’s room and wake him up with another blowjob. Slave, you will sleep on the mattress in the playroom, chained by your collar to a ring in the floor.”

I was taken to the playroom, chained to a ring, and the door was locked. I could see on the monitor how Aisha was taken to our former bedroom, chained to the bed, and how Ahmed lay down next to her, cupping her breasts as a sign of ownership. I saw that he took a remote control and pointed it at the screen, and the screen went off. Probably the remote controlled the video camera, the monitor, or both. Perhaps the camera was the same hidden camera they had used to record us for blackmail. I found it very difficult to sleep, but, finally, exhaustion got the better of me.

The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of the monitor. I looked at it and saw how Aisha woke up, moved between the legs of Ahmed, took his cock with her hand, and began to lick and masturbate. When his cock was erect, she opened her mouth, entered his cock, and began sucking, moving her head up and down. After some minutes, he awoke from sleep and kept watching, with a satisfied smile, how she sucked his cock. As the time for his orgasm approached, he closed his eyes, began to breathe heavily and gasp, and finally filled Aisha’s mouth with cum. She swallowed almost all, but part escaped and slipped from her lips.

After some minutes, he unchained Aisha and sent her to Hassan’s room. I could see how the naked body of Aisha disappeared from one camera and appeared in another camera, showing the room of Hassan. Aisha climbed into bed, pulled the sheet aside, took his cock in her hand, and put it in her mouth. She began to suck his cock. He woke up and enjoyed the ‘attentions’ of Aisha. As before, he tightened his grip on the hair of Aisha and guided her movements, forcing more and more of his cock until Aisha began to gag and retch, where he established a reference.

When he was on the verge of cumming, he pulled out his cock, put it a few centimetres away from the face of Aisha, and began to ejaculate. His cock spurted stream after stream of cum on her face. He then ordered, “Don’t you dare clean your face until I let you. I like to mark my sluts.” Just then Ahmed unlocked my door, unchained me, and took me to the kitchen, where we met after a few minutes with Hassan and Aisha. She had her head down and was covered in cum, not daring to look anywhere, embarrassed by her appearance and previous activities. Aisha and I were ordered to prepare the breakfast for everyone, so we had to put and eat ours in the bowls.

When we finished, Ahmed said, “Let’s go to the bedroom. We have all day to get to know each other better. And, Aisha, better lubricate yourself in ALL your holes. You will be used intensively today, and I don’t want any inconvenience or obstacles to using your body.”

In the bedroom, I was chained by the collar to the armchair while Aisha applied lubrication to her sex and ass. Then Ahmed said, “I think that Aisha is very ‘hungry’, and to satisfy her hunger, the best way is a ‘sandwich’, so, Hassan, lie down in the bed.” When Hassan lay down, Ahmed ordered Aisha: “Climb on the bed and impale yourself in the cock of Hassan.” When she hesitated, Ahmed said, “If you don’t obey, I’ll have to punish you or send you both to jail.”

Aisha surrendered, and humiliated by the fact that she had to fuck herself on Hassan’s sex, she climbed to the bed, kneeled down over Hassan with one knee on each side of his waist, and tried to guide his cock between her sex lips. However, his cock was soft, so she moved backward towards his feet. took his cock and started sucking. When his cock was rigid enough, she moved forward, rose slightly, helped the cock with her right hand, and used her left to open her vaginal lips. She slowly sank into his cock. His member was long and thick, and the penetration was not pleasant for her. I could see how her labia wrapped tautly around his big mast while she impaled herself.

When two-thirds of his cock had penetrated, he became impatient, grabbed her hips with both hands, and pushed downward, impaling his cock completely in Aisha’s sex, causing her to groan in pain. He began to move Aisha’s body up and down into his cock. She was trying to accommodate her body to the assault on her vagina. She tried to support her body by supporting her hands in the chest of Hassan, but he was very strong, and his thrust was irresistible.

At one point, Ahmed climbed to the bed, pushed Aisha forward until her breasts were flattened against Hassan, then used one hand to open her buttocks and the other to guide his cock, and he began to push his cock into Aisha’s rectum. Aisha began to moan and beg, “Please! It hurts me; it is very tight with two cocks; please take it out,” but Ahmed continued, ignoring her moans.

When the cock of Ahmed had entered fully into Aisha’s rectum and his pubis was touching her buttocks, Hassan restarted guiding the hips of Aisha, which caused both cocks to enter and leave Aisha’s vagina and rectum simultaneously. Ahmed took her shoulders and pulled backward towards him, which Hassan used to grasp the breast of Aisha.

They continued handling Aisha as a doll, fucking her vigorously. Aisha was only able to let out moans from time to time. After a while, both men orgasm almost at the same time, filling her sex and bowels with their cum. They remained motionless, forming a ‘sandwich’, as described by Ahmed, with the big body of Hassan at the bottom, Ahmed at the top, and Aisha squashed between them.

Over time, they let themselves slip on the bed, pulling their cocks from Aisha’s body. All three spent a long time resting in bed, with Aisha between them.

At noon, Ahmed unchained me, and we all went to the kitchen. We ate some food, and then we went to the living room, where we stayed for part of the afternoon. I was kneeling on the floor, and they were resting on the sofa with Aisha between them. They were fondling and groping her body and drinking.

The rest was interrupted by Ahmed saying, “Although there is no other man at home, I have already thought about how we can get the Slut to handle three cocks simultaneously. Let’s go.” He stood up, came to me, unchained my collar, and led me to the bed. Then he tied me by my cuffs to the corners of the bed, leaving me in a spread-eagle position. He took a ball gag and locked it in my mouth. After that, he went for a vibrator and connected the vibrator to a hitch in my chastity belt.

He then said, “Hassan, look, now we have three cocks available. Slut, wouldn’t you like to be fucked by your love? Impale yourself into the ‘cock’ of the slave.” With a weary air, she obeyed, climbing into the bed, kneeling with her legs beside my hips, and guiding the plastic member to her sex. She began pushing down, introducing the vibrator to her body. I could see how the cum from the previous fucking was leaking from her sex and sliding along the length of the vibrator. Her sex was expanded by the cock of Hassan, and this time it took her less effort to introduce the full vibrator into her sex channel. She looked at me with a mixture of desperation, a plea for help, and love. I was looking forward to her resting her hands on my chest and feeling her caress. However, Ahmed took her hands and cuffed them behind her back, depriving me of that little pleasure.

Obviously, Ahmed and Hassan were tired and had not recovered from previous orgasms, and they needed additional stimulation. Hassan stood in front of Aisha, put his flaccid cock into her mouth, and she began sucking him. It was a despairing situation, with Aisha in the same position she would be if we were fucking, with my cock in her sex, but instead of my cock, it was the damn plastic cock, and I couldn’t feel anything. I could see her gorgeous breasts swaying in front of my eyes, but they were unreachable with my hands tied and my mouth with the ball gag. Slowly, I began to find myself unable to avoid getting aroused, with the body I loved so close to me and her nipples sometimes touching slightly my chest.

The view of her mouth sucking a cock made me imagine how delicious it would be if she were sucking my cock, to feel her lips in my skin. I couldn’t touch her or kiss her; I could only see how others were enjoying her body just in front of me. When Hassan’s cock was hard, he pulled it out of her mouth, moved behind Aisha, and started penetrating her ass. Just like Ahmed did, Hassan pushed Aisha forward for easier penetration, and for a few seconds, our bodies were in contact. I could feel her soft skin and her nipples touching me, and best of all, she gave some tender kisses to my face and eyes, transmitting her love and giving each other mutual support. I could still see the dried cum of Hassan’s morning blowjob on her nose, cheeks, and forehead, but I didn’t care.