Almost like a doorknob on a short bent pipe. He took it in his hand stroking the shaft in short, fast movements. His grip stopped at the back of his c...ckhead. I dropped from my stool to my knees and motioned him forward. My hands were small but once I took his shaft in my palm, I could only move back and forth less than an inch. I judged his shaft about four inches. His cockhead was disproportionately big though. His shaft was very hard, smooth and so small. Along with his big head, came a big. Dress would be normal harem dress of open bolero and diaphanous trousers in pastel shades. The food choice he left to the staff of the kitchen. All went quite well considering Ludmilla's inability to speak much of any language but Russian and the fact that not all of the others spoke much English. It was soon made clear to the Chief Eunuch that it was not intended to be a sexual session and nobody needed to be sucking or playing with the Emir's penis during this meal; moreover the whipping. Then there was an offering plate positioned off the side of it’s front. The room was also currently occupied by several people many of whom I recognized.--The first was one of the bitches I had seen from the bathing room. She was kneeling in the center of the platform doing sort of a swaying dance with her arms over her head. Even as her body was swaying side to side white smoke or possibly clouds of steam was rising all around her.--The next person I recognized was several of the eunuchs I had. “I am going to watch you as you parade around in these,” she said, “so be naughty.” The She-MaleWith that Olivia sat on the chair opposite me. One of her legs rested on the arm of the sofa and her fingers slipped between her legs. She pawed at her pussy. I had never seen Olivia act like this before and I became more and more aroused. My cock was straining the patterned knickers I had on. I cupped my own bra and started to shake them towards her. “Shake your titties for me,” she said, “bend.