When Verna returned to the sofa with their third glass of wine she sat so close to Judy their thighs touched. Verna gazed at the younger woman and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her perfume.
Damn, she thought, Judy had only gotten prettier over the years. Some women truly are their most beautiful when they reach their thirties.
Verna slid her hand around Judy's shoulder and stroked the soft flesh of her upper arm.
The pretty blonde leaned in closer to the older woman. Verna had been so nice and comforting -- allowing her and Johnny to stay at her house -- the years of animosity between the two of them faded from her mind.
When Verna kissed Judy's cheek the pretty blonde smiled at the tender gesture.
Maybe things won't be so bad for her and Johnny. If they could live with Verna for a while, maybe they could build a new life. It wouldn't be the lavish lifestyle she'd become accustomed to, but she didn't need the garish luxuries money could buy to live a fulfilling life.
Verna gazed at the creamy white flesh of Judy's thigh below the hem of the short skirt. She placed her hand on the silky skin of her upper thigh and slowly stroked the hot flesh.
So smooth and soft, she thought. She felt her panties moisten with her growing excitement.
It had been a long time since she'd been with another woman, and on that night, she'd been forced to play the submissive role contrary to her true nature.
Not tonight, she said to herself.
Yes, Verna thought to herself, inviting this blonde bitch and her dullard son-in-law to live with her was going to work out just fine, and maybe even pay big dividends as well.
Between the wine and Verna's soft caressing of her flesh, Judy relaxed and finally felt safe and secure. The horrible events of the day disappeared and she began to feel hopeful.
When she felt Verna's hand on her thigh, her legs tensed and closed, but she soon decided the older woman was just soothing and comforting her.
With the growing heat and wetness in her pussy, Verna couldn't wait any longer. She began to unbutton Judy's blouse.
At first, the pretty younger woman didn't understand what her older friend was doing, but when the third button on her blouse was undone and she felt a cool rush of air on her upper body she was awakened from her reverie.
"W-What are you doing?" she asked in a high-pitched squeal.
Verna chuckled, kissed Judy on the cheek, and continued to open Judy's blouse until all the buttons were undone. She cupped a bra-encased breast in her hand and lightly squeezed.
Judy tried to push away from the older woman but she had a strong grip on her shoulder and held her firmly in place.
The tenderness was gone from Verna's voice. Judy was overcome with panic and fear when she saw the look of bitter hatred on the older woman's face. Verna suddenly became old and ugly before her very eyes.
"Listen to me, you little cunt -- if you and that simple-minded boy want to stay with me you're going to pay one-way or another...I know you don't have any money, so I'll let you earn your keep with that pretty mouth of yours!"
Oh my God! What is going on here? She's sweet and nice and all of a sudden she's mean and nasty to me? Why is she doing this?
"Take off your bra...I want to see those big tits that your husband raved about all these years!"
"Verna, please -- no, I can't do that -- Johnny and I will pay you when we get jobs...why are you acting like this?" Judy said as calmly as she possibly could, considering the circumstances.
A thin, cruel sneer crossed Verna's lips. The older woman reached beneath a sofa cushion and showed Judy a piece of paper.
"Does this look familiar, bitch?"
The look of fear and horror on Judy's face and in her eyes caused Verna to laugh out loud.
"W-Where did you get that?" Judy demanded to know. She recognized it as Achmed's final letter to her.
"Well, dear, when you were soaking in the bathtub I went through your things...imagine my surprise when I read this letter," Verna said with condescension in her voice and a smug expression on her face.
She continued: "I've done many things in my life I'm not proud of and would rather forget -- but I've never done anything as despicable as selling my own daughter's virginity to an Arab pervert -- your husband -- her own step-daddy, for God's sake! You should be in prison for what you did!"
"You don't understand," cried Judy. "He was going to leave me for another woman -- we would be broke -- my daughter would have nothing!!"
Judy buried her face in her hands and broke down. Verna was afraid her loud sobbing would awaken the boy in the next room.
"Quit crying, bitch...you don't deserve to shed tears...you were going to pimp-out your only child for money...you're the lowest form of animal I've ever met!"
"Y-You don't know how sorry I am -- it was all a mistake -- I want my baby-girl back -- I want her here with me more than anything in the world!"
Verna handed the trembling blonde woman a tissue and Judy dabbed the last of the tears from her face.
When Judy was able to speak she asked, "What...what's going to happen now? What are you going to do with that letter -- please don't show it to Johnny!"
Verna relaxed and inwardly smiled. She had the pretty bitch right where she wanted.
"So, the boy doesn't know what you did to his wife?"
"Oh, God no -- no one knows!"
"Except me and your husband -- and he's living half-way around the world...well, dear, if you want to keep this horrible secret just between the two of us I would suggest you do whatever I tell you to do...you know, Achmed was a big man in this town. He knows all the powerful people -- he was very important -- think about the huge scandal it would create if I gave this letter to the newspaper...."
Judy's eyes opened wide and with a look of disbelief on her face she said, "You wouldn't -- would you?"
Verna chuckled and stroked the woman's tear-streaked cheeks and said, "Not as long as you're my obedient bitch...do you understand what that means?"
The color drained from the pretty blonde's face as she answered, "Yes...I know what it means...."
"Good girl...now then, like I said before -- take off your bra and show me your big tits!"
Sometime during the middle of the flight Jennifer realized they weren't going to Miami. She became restless and felt uneasy. The next time her father came back from first-class to sit next to her she asked him about it.
"Princess," he said. "I wanted to surprise you, but I guess you figured it out. We're going to Saudi Arabia -- I want you to meet your relatives!"
When she saw him smile and heard his calm and gentle voice she immediately relaxed. She decided not to ask him about the cute red-headed girl in the back of the plane he visited a couple times.
They exchanged a few pleasantries before he went back to his seat. She was tired but didn't think she could sleep in the awkward sitting-up position, but soon, her eyes closed and she did in fact sleep. When she awoke the plane was moving slowly on the ground.
They had arrived in Riyadh, and the young girl had no way of knowing that her father intended to keep her there for the rest of her life.
"OH-GOD-YES...WORK THAT TONGUE, BITCH...LICK MY CLIT—OH-YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...."
