They are so self-righteous, with their fancy codes and rules. They condemn anyone who dares to be different, who dares to show a sign of spirit and ha...piness. I suddenly feel a blaze of power to my left, and glance up at an attic window. Rainbow colored light swirls around the panes. The idiots are all so focused on me, they don’t even notice their upcoming doom. Suddenly the face of James appears in the window, and my heart warms at the sight of him. He is my everything, the other half of my. "The Emir said he was sending you to me for a while so that I could enjoy your skills, which are unusual. Tell me what he meant by that," said Henry, wondering what sexual variation there could be of which he had never heard."Master, my special skill is singing. My father taught me, and later His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever, kindly took me to the opera on a number of occasions. Shall I sing to you, master?" What can you sing?" Many arias from different operas,. You were wearing your garter belt and stockings. I love it when you wear it with a business suit." "I knew you would like that. It makes me feel so sensual to wear sexy underwear under my business clothes. Especially for client meetings. I take it you like this so far?" "Yeah, I really do. This is so erotic with you practically nude and your client still dressed." The next sequence showed her bra unclasped. Her client nuzzled her neck and cupped her breasts. In the next series of shots, she was. Mistress Tamela then inspected his genitals. The lackof color made them seem almost lifeless to her. She was shocked to find thatshe was able to close her thumb and middle finger around it without touchingthe shaft. "Oh it is small, about 7" and the balls are even worse" she thought.Even though the male hadn't cum in two weeks, his testicles resembled 2 grapesin a wet cloth. Moving behind the slave, she noted that he too had a flabbyass. This was followed by a rough check of his asshole. A hard.