Her jewellery was removed, and even her lipstick was wiped off. As she stood shivering slightly she looked round the room and quickly recognised it fo... what it was, a torture chamber. The nipple clips, clamps and thumbscrews she recognised, and the other Judas Chair for impaling miscreants was unmistakable. The other items she could only guess at, but they did not bode well for her comfort and safety in the next few hours.Seeing her fearful glances into the far corner, the Emir tried to. " But my wife gives head better than any hooker I know, so I will haveto see how good your mouth really is."I grinned around the cock in my mouth and with my eyes gleaming fromhis praise proceeded to suck his cock clean by giving him the blowjobof a lifetime. In seconds I had him rock hard again as he stood withhis hands on his hips to let me perform my talents. By the time I had finished working on just the head he was already beginning to moan.Then I started to slide his shaft down my throat. ....yes, he actually said "please" and I think that immediately we all felt a bit sorry for him and, I for one, wanted to give him a hug. Tom then flicked a glance out of the window and we assured him that nobody could see in. He then tried to walk over to the door in order to bolt it at the top and bottom, but realised that his swaying penis was causing a bit of a stir, so he just took a deep breath and stood in front of us again, looking at our bare bottom halves for some kind of comfort or. Mine didn't poke out as much, and the nipples were soft and puffy, like a young girl's. My breasts seemed to be a little bit bigger, in the sense that they occupied a wider area on my chest.And while Louise's pubic hair was black, thick and curly, my own unshaven bush was somewhat more sparse, my labia more clearly visible through the curls. And I was blonde -- all over. The blonde hair on my head was several shades lighter, but the hair on my pubes remained unmistakably blonde.All these.