Nabeela went to wipe her cum covered smiling face. When Stella grabbed her hand and asked her.
"Tell me, Princess, did you like that?"
Nebeela nodded eagerly. Stella smiled at her and then asked.
"Did you like the smell and taste of your Miss Stella?"
Nabeela looked down shyly, blushing and grinning, and told Stella.
"Yes, Miss Stella, I did like the scent and taste. I thought I wouldn't, but I really liked it a lot..."
She trailed off. This intrigued Stella, and she pushed Nabeela for what she was going to say, but she held back.
" Tell me, young lady, what were you going to say when stopped?"
"I can't. It is embarrassing, Miss Stella, and haram, like I told you before."
She told Stella this only made her want to know more. She placed her hand on her cheek, raised her face to her face, kissed her softly on the forehead, and told her.
"You can tell me anything, Princess, you're safe."
"Well, Miss Stella, you know how you grabbed my head, pulled me in, and rubbed your pudi on my face, which made me do it. I liked that part, too."
Stella understood that Nabeela's submissive side was talking now. She wanted that submissive side to be with her, she told Nabeela.
"That's okay. I understand that, Princess. You don't have to be embarrassed, but we do have to get back to the house. Plus, I want you to be able to smell my scent for the rest of the day, so put your gown back on, and let's get home."
Driving back, Stella noticed Nabeela would now and again lick her lips, fidget, and look more worried by the second Stella asked.
"Okay, Princess, you look worried?"
"Miss Stella, I know I said I liked what we did, but it was also haram. Please, you're not going to tell Eddie, are you?"
She asked nervously.
"Why do you ask that Princess?"
Stella asked Nabeela.
"I don't want Mr. Eddie to think I am dirty haram Randie (dirty sinful slut)."
Nabeela explained to Stella.
"What is a Randie sweetie?"
Stella inquired. Nabeela thought momentarily, not knowing what word in English would translate to it.
"Someone who will do anything with anyone at any time. This is the only way I know how to explain it. I'm sorry, my English is not very good."
"Don't worry, sweetie, your secret is safe with me. I will not tell him anything until you say I can tell him."
Stella told her while thinking to herself you are the perfect submissive slut in the making, even if you don't know yet, my girl.
As they approached the house, Eddie emerged from the lounge and saw the two women with their hands full of bags. He greeted them with a smile.
"Welcome, ladies. It looks like you have been busy."
Nabeela was so grateful to Eddie that she dropped the bags and hugged him, thanking him for everything. Then she backed off, realising she shouldn't be hugging him like that. He kissed her forehead and could smell Stella's juices on her and taste them on Nabeela's forehead. He looked at Stella and asked her.
"Hope you were a good girl, young Lady?"
She winked at him and said.
" I was the sort of good girl you would expect of me, Master Edward."
Eddie asked the girls.
"So, are you going to show me what you have bought?"
Nabeela was a little embarrassed as she reached into the bag to show him the dresses; she didn't want to show him the underwear when Stella said.
"No, No, Nabeela. Master Edward means you're wearing them. Let us go upstairs, and we can do a fashion show by walking down the stairs like a catwalk. Then, let's go to your room."
They picked up the bags heading upstairs into Nabeela's room. Stella stripped off as Nabeela removed her abaya; Stella picked the red button-up dress first with matching underwear and matching 3-inch heels. Stella put on the same matching underwear. Taking Nabeela by the hand to show Eddie. When Nabeela tugged Stella back and said.
"Miss Stella, I can't go downstairs before Mr. Eddie without my hijab."
"Wait here."
She ran into the other room where Nabeela had been given that white dress. Coming back with a handful of scarves, Stella asked.
"Will these do until we can order you some new ones?"