To sweeten the deal, Sultan Al-Nasr Muhammad sent a gift of a beautifully jeweled Moor sword, ten beautiful female slaves, twenty-five male slaves, an... a ship full of cotton cloth in addition to the standard cost of tuition and boarding. Having only recently discovered cotton, it has quickly become my favorite cloth and I had begun outfitting my soldiers with cotton uniforms, as they were so much more comfortable than wool or linen.I graciously thanked Anuk for the gifts from his uncle and told. I quaked savagely against his face as I reached my climax. My honeyed juices erupted and spewed across his face drenching his tongue. Once again, he lifted me and brought me to perch onto his thick, stony dick. I sighed heavenly as he lowered me onto his organ inch by beloved inch. Yeeeesssss…fuck yes. I hissed. He exhaled and I bucked when I felt him slide past my cervix and hit my uterus. I shrieked with delight. Holding me with one arm, he used the other to brace himself as he sat up.. But I was going to be a semi-public figure, and I needed to do some considering of the image I was going to project. I couldn't come across as a small-busted harridan with a straight figure, not with these curves, so I'd have to make some other changes. The first, unfortunately, was with my social life.The trouble was, I loved sex. I loved the way I felt while anticipating it, while doing it, and after we were through. I loved the way it felt when men, and some women, touched me. I loved the. And, she had felt her daddy’s cock! She wondered how big it really was and how it would feel in her hands. Tiffany masturbated twice that night, once thinking of her father’s hard cock, and then again thinking about teasing her brother and father until their hard cocks strained against their pants. She rubbed her pussy while moaning softly, and thinking of new ways to torture them. She orgasmed, rubbing her wet pussy, imagining her brother and father with perpetual boners as she pranced around.