The Montereau famiiy roughly learns the new importance of respect in the city of Roquemiel

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Christelle was called by Josianne as she was scrubbing the restaurant floor on all fours.

“Come and look after your daughter!” ordered the majordomina, “otherwise she’ll soon be working in some factory or in the fields!”

Christelle stood up abruptly, devastated. She followed Josianne to the VIP room of the restaurant. Her poor daughter was sitting prostrate in a corner.

Monsieur Nasraoui glared at her. 

“That little slut refuses to show me her pussy! Christelle, you’ve got exactly five minutes to make your daughter obey the Law; otherwise I’m going to sell her to Monsieur Ali Saleh, who’s coming here for dinner tomorrow, and who insisted on being served by that slut! Needless to say that she had commented many of his religious insights on social networks with pictures of her pulling her tongue. Your daughter wanted to be a celebrity, but now she has to take responsibility!”

Christelle felt sorry for her poor daughter. She’d never imagined she’d break down like that after the discussion they’d had the day before.

“You’ve got to show the divinity your genitals, sweetheart!” she said, caressing her gently; “you’ll see, it’s nothing at all.”

“I’m a slave for life anyway!” she replied, “Why should I obey? I can’t get any lower.”

“You don’t seem to have much imagination!” cut in Monsieur Nasraoui impatiently. “I can assure you that if I sell you to Monsieur Ali Saleh, you’ll understand your pain!”

“That’s the truth, my child!” Christelle said; “Your reasoning is faulty! We have to do everything we can to serve our masters as well as possible if we want to be treated well. Unfortunately, we have no choice. Come on! Be brave! Show Monsieur Nasraoui your pussy!”

With a heavy heart, Aglaé got up and stood in front of Monsieur Nasraoui. The little blonde who looked so much like her and who seemed to be the host’s damned soul, knelt behind her and pulled down her shorts. 

Aglaé did as she was told, but without taking her eyes off her mother. Christelle stroked her head to soothe her. 

Monsieur Nasraoui crouched down in front of her and inserted two fingers into her pussy to check her hymen.

“Marvelous!” he said with satisfaction; “she’s intact too! Bravo Christelle, it’s very rare for a white woman to educate her daughters so well! not so much about the rotten ideas in her head, which is something we can easily change, but about keeping her flower for her Arab master to enjoy! And what a beautiful little vulva . . . one could eat it! Congratulations, Christelle, what a magnificent little slut you’ve produced there!”

Aglaé was totally panicked by what she was feeling, and that was quite normal. Christelle could see just how much trouble her daughter was having coping with the situation of total submission in which she found herself, and the intense pleasure probably provoked by this diabolical plant which gave unfair sexual power to Arabs.

Unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done to get her out of this situation here and now, but Christelle intended to take action with the help of her lawyer. She was going to ask her to take Nasraoui to court, whatever the risks. To each his own!

Very well,” concluded Monsieur Nasraoui, “I’ll let you rest in the employees’ room. And tonight, you and your sister are invited to a great Shazz party. Christelle, I assure you: I’ll do everything I can to keep their virginity intact!”

“Thank you Divinity!” She replied; “Aglaé, thank the Divinity!”

“Thanks. . . Divinity!” her daughter murmured timidly.

“That’s it, you can go back to your service now, my good sow!” Monsieur Nasraoui said, addressing Christelle, “and don’t wait for your offspring when you’ve finished. Tonight, they’re having a party at my place!”

Christelle thanked him again and went back to finish washing the tiled floor of the restaurant’s main dining room.