I do not know why I was bothering to look for my Abaya, the traditional long sleeves ankle length Muslim dress. The chances of me staying in it once my meeting was over were slim
My Hijab however would remain on. I adjusted it as I looked in the mirror, yes it would remain until one of the men wanted to deliver the final humiliation and remove it
My name is Hajar, I am twenty-six, raised in Tunisia by a devote Muslim family. I can show you pictures of me on a Hajj to Mecca at fourteen. My breast are not that large just thirty-four B and my hips not that wide, my face however is stunning. Flawless skin and large brown eyes.
I looked out the bedroom window and into the bright Texas sun. We had come to Texas when I was sixteen, and I had come here to this ranch in Poteet shortly after my eighteenth birthday.
I opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the large living room, which was anchored by a stone fireplace that the ranch's owner's grandfather had built by hand. We were a cattle ranch with more than 75,000 acres and 20,000 head of cattle. Technically I was the Business Manager, and truthfully, I was, the ranch would have long ago gone bankrupt without my work, but I was also far more.
The ranch had eight full time hands, all of them men. The Carlow brothers, twins, Timothy, and Thomas, had lost their parents at Seventeen and now at twenty-eight, had held the ranch for more than ten years from those who thought them too young to run such an enterprise. Technically and legally I was married to Thomas, though in the grand scheme of things that mattered little.
Three of the hands as well as, Thomas and Timothy were in the living room watching Television.
"I thought Mr. Davis from the grain supplier was coming by?" I said looking around.
"You should check you messages more often" Timothy said. "He postponed till tomorrow."
I nodded. "So, no meeting?"
Caleb one of the hands, his leg draped lazily over the edge of a chair smiled and said. "No Meeting, so strip bitch."
I took a deep breath. I had heard the command a thousand times since first coming to the ranch, but it always took my breathe away. Always set my pussy tingling. I reached behind me and unzipped the Abaya, after I shrugged it off my shoulders, I let it slip to the floor. Underwear was a luxury I did not have
I stepped out of it and stood in front of them naked. My bald pussy was all ready dripping as my husband led me to the center of the room and said. "Present!"
I got down on my hands and knees and lifted my bare ass just a little so that both my holes were visible.
I stayed there. They would get to me when they were ready, this is what I was for. What I had been for, for a long while now
We had come to Texas in my Senior Year of High School. My father was working for Saudi Oil as an executive engineer and they had sent us to the States so he could assume the position of international liaison.
You heard of A-Rab money well my Father had it. Of my parents six children I was the youngest and so the only one who made the trip to the states with he and Mom.
It had broken my heart to leave my horse behind in Tunis. I had been riding since I was six. The loss made me sullen and withdrawn, which coupled with a natural shyness also made me friendless at school.
Of course, being high school and being America and me being Muslim this also made the object of a lot of teasing and bullying. I would retreat each day after school to a Starbucks near my house to look at my equestrian Magazines and dream of home.
I was sitting in one of the lounge chairs sipping coffee and looking through a Hunters and Jumper magazine when a man, a few years older than myself looked down at me and said. "How did you get that issues, mine has not arrived yet."
I looked up and smiled. "Lucky I guess It was in yesterday's mail."
"I will have to check my own when I get home, do you ride or just follow?"
"I used to ride back home in Tunisia, I have not had the opportunity here."
He held out his hand, something no man in Saudi would do to a woman and said "Tommy Carlow."
"Hajar" I said giving a weak handshake.
He noticed and said. "I hope you grip the reins tighter."
"Of course."
