"As they walked through into the harem, Tiggs was horrified to see one of the attendants casually use his whip on a woman who wore a sort of shapeless...smock."What in hell was that for?" she asked Zubeydeh.The Princess asked a question in Arabic of the eunuch concerned and then translated his reply, "She spilled some coffee on his kameez. It is of no importance, she is only a kitchen slave." Do they whip you?" Sometimes; at least they would if I were stupid enough to annoy one of them." And this. The next few days did not seem to pass, but finally it was time, Saturday the day of the Bayram had come. Already in the morning Anne's came and helped her with the cooking and the preparations. In the garden was a large table at the lunch the food should take place. Shortly before 11 clock it was time, Mustafa and Baba picked me up in my room and took me outside. The guests were all there and sat by the table, the men on the left, the women on the right. The man Sitting at the head of table,. Halfway in, he reaches down and pulls her cheeks apart further and looks down to see her rosebud hugging tightly to him. He thrusts his hips forward a little more, burying a little more into her. Rory reaches back between her legs to rub her clit when he finally bottoms out. His balls are pressed against her cunt lips.Chance thinks about his first day here, how he wasn’t sure it would work out. He starts moving his hips slowly, driving in and out to match the pace set by her fingers along her. She looked over her shoulder at him and said,"I need to pee." "Okay, then go," responded dad. "Your're not going to film me pissing, are you?" "It's hot." "Seriously, you're not that perverted, are you?" The camera nodded up and down in a silent affirmative response. Mom looked around and satisfied that they were completely alone she tugged down her jeans and squatted down close to the ground. Dad hurried around to get a better view of her. He zoomed in slowly. After a few patient.