"... I... will... take... the... the..."There was a slight pause.Lars reached for her hair again."The injection! I will take the injection!" she cower...d."Good, Adrienne," beamed the boy, "but not good enough."She looked to Steffan in astonishment."When you ran away from me earlier this evening, I told you that before the evening was over, you would come crawling back to me on hands and knees begging for this injection."She hesitated."Of course, I could always give you back to Lars and his. . "make meee youuuur biiitchh, ohhh god..."He was really pounding now, but he had opened me up so well it was just pure pleasure. I could feel drops of his sweat dripping onto my ass & back. The mix of must and sex in the air was intoxicating.He began to groan louder, his cock swelling inside of me."Oh yeah baby! Oh fuck your ass looks so good bouncing off of my cock! You're getting me close!"I looked up and saw his reflection in the back window. He had one hand on my ass, guiding it furiously. I smiled and acknowledged them, surreptitiously taking in a good glance at them in the mirror as I waited for an opening in the traffic again. Both were young - young enough to be my daughters - and both were well inebriated but there the similarity ended as one was blond and almost flat-chested while the other was dark haired with a pair of breasts that could have easily graced a Page Three girl. The blond had a short white button-down blouse on and was clearly wearing nothing beneath this for. After all, nobody had insulted the Emir in his own Palace for years and so some special punishment was called for.Kamal Qumsiyeh then said the traditional punishment was flogging to death for such a crime, but that the insult was so serious that flogging didn't seem enough. There were people who suggested hanging him out in the street for anyone to use, or whip, or maltreat, until he died of something. Others suggested the centuries old traditional punishment of being staked out in the desert.