I turned up at their door and was invited in by the husband, Pete. He led me to the kitchen which was empty of people though there was chat and laugh...er coming from their siting room/diner.“Now you’re here”, Pete said. “Do you mind being the submissive for us”?Butterflies began to form in my stomach as my heart began to race. “Like what”? What did he have in store for me?“Can you strip off and let me take through blindfolded and tied”?Helpless and naked, now that turned me on, with. After that he was left to his own devices with the instruments used on Rashid al-Ghazali in full view. Lack of food, but not of water, and the fear of the tortures to come played havoc with his mind, as the Chief Eunuch knew they would. Finally he was dragged into the presence of the Emir, who was a little shocked at the change which had been brought about in the man by a few days of captivity and maltreatment. Gone was the successful business man, gone was the bold Italian dealer in illicit. I noticed she, too was waking. "Good morning," I said, "I think I've been dreaming about you." I pointed down to the bulge that was sticking up from the blanket. "I see," she said. My legs begin to quiver and my heart raced as I felt the weight of her hand caressing my thigh. A gasp escapes my mouth as her hand lingers between my legs and strokes the shaft of my quickly hardening member. Suddenly, my mind races as all inhibition leaves my body. "You can take it out, if you want," I said, or at. She was getting better I thought, just needed a little help. lolSo I pulled off my shirt and twisted my perky nipples making them super hard and pointing straight out, just the way daddy liked. She was on her knees between daddys legs. He was standing in a dominate position and she was servicing his cock like a good slut should. I moved behind her standing there and encouraging daddy to pull on my nipples while he got sucked. Oh man daddy can work my nipples till their so hard I could cut.