Sometimes he would leave you at home, chained up, or not. Depends on how he was feeling. He would go to work, earn more than you ever could so that you were financially dependant on him. Everyone knew you were dependant on an Arab. He would control you, like livestock. On his way home he would turn the temperature up in the house, he even had his own pheromone dispensary system that would make you uncontrollably horny. By the time he was home you had already cooked his halal food for him, it made you feel great knowing that he had a softened hole to sink into afterwards if he was feeling it.
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Come, fag! Crawl over here, between my legs. Smell the masculinity of my balls. Take this superior scent deep in. It shows your place in the hierarchy. Arab Kings on top and fags below, the lowest of all. Born to submit. Take my Cock out, filthy slut. And do your job. Empty my balls. Swallow my strong seed and thank me for that, stupid whore!
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