Mistress I was getting little afraid of getting out of park naked, bound and gagged. Only things goes on my mind that what I tell if anybody caught me...in this state outside, what will be the results and what I will explain him/her about my present state. Mistress recollecting my thoughts and courage which left in me, I start walking out the park. Mistress I feels each step will take me towards hell. But Mistress I remembered your talk which you said that ‘’that is what I like HELL’’ and worried. In a harem of three wives and sixty concubines, a woman did not sleep with the Emir very often, and there was no social contact between the sexes, with the exception of the Head Wife. None of the present concubines had met the Emir before her first encounter with him in a bedroom. None had entered his bedroom more than twice a year, some only once in their lives. The Head Wife, Djamilla, and the second, Davina, had spent a number of nights in his room, but even they were rarely able to see him. Like grains of powdered Nestle Quick turned into smooth flowing chocolate milk. "Hello?" There was that voice again.Jim brushed the hair out of his eyes and sat up, only to see it swish back in front of his face again. That's when he knew it was his own. With a quick gasp, he ran to the bathroom mirror and saw a tomboy-ish woman stare back at him.The woman had a softer, less angular version of his face with longer lashes framing his familiar brown eyes and a smaller nose shaped just like his.. "I have a little surprise for you". U stood up. He led her by the hand and positioned her at the end of the bed. He placed her hands behind her back and handcuffed her. No sooner had he done this, then there was a knock on the door. He went to open it. U's heart beat faster. She had only ever done one-on-one. He opened the door and a tall, blond women slipped inside the room. He closed the door behind her. U studied her. She was quite tall, with shoulder-length blond hair and wore a.