" Then you know I was set up." I know this was your belief. I've got nothing to substantiate it." Can you get me out of here?" I don't have that kind ...f authority. I realize you did what you had todo to survive and you were looking for a way out. You're a victim hereas much as I am now." If you know those things, then you know I'm not the sordid assassin andspy people believe about me. Goodbye, Mark Riley." I'll put in a good word for you. I doubt it will make any difference." Don't trust. We sat like that for several minutes and I could hear Master sipping his coffee while turning the pages of the newspaper. He must have looked like a king luxuriating in his ownership of his personal slave. The arrogance of the man was no to be believed but here I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth again. I waited patiently swallowing the pungent saliva that kept collecting in my mouth. Master’s dick was growing with each minute sliding further into my mouth and swelling to its enormous. Not knowing what he was doing, she pried the pillow from him to meet him face to face, seeing his blood red face covered with smeared tears as he cried softly to her, “It hurts too much.” Carly laid on top of him for what seemed like hours. In reality, about half an hour passed and she felt Aaron’s cock slowly grow hard under her hips. She looked at his tired and still blood red face. “It’s not my fault,” he defended himself, just able to block any visible signs of the lingering pain, “you’re. "Hullo, I'm known as Ayda here, who are you?" she asked the bemused newcomer."My name is Charlotte. You're English?" Yes. My English name was Diana but my husband renamed me when we married." What is this place, and who are all these?" asked Charlotte."The is the harem of His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever, my husband, and these are his wives and concubines," replied Ayda, "But first things first. A hot bath, some clothes and some food, I think."Charlotte allowed.