I opened it to find Coach Sanders dressed in what I presumed was one of her better outfits. I mentioned earlier that Barbara Sanders was one of those ...omen that I found to be truly difficult to look at, especially when dressed in a warm up suit as I had always previously seen her. This evening she had taken the time to put on some make up, fix her hair and actually wear a dress, all activities which helped immensely. The resultant improvement was sufficient to invite her into my room without. One even brought a horse, a very fine Arab stallion which disgraced its provider on the Throne Room floor.These live gifts were embarrassing to varying degrees. The girls could just be put in the harem and forgotten until the Emir wanted a bit of novelty. One such was built very much to local taste and the Emir thought she probably weighed three times what he did, and she subsequently set a record by wearing white harem gowns for over a year. Even then she was only deflowered by a visiting. Herbody jumps as her skin is torn and stuffed by the metal object. A singledrop of blood trickles down her scrotum from the piercing. I tell them todo another and her head turns and looks and me with fright, begging forsympathy. I tell her she should have done this willingly and it would beover now, and then again tell them to do another. They put more ice onher scrotum and set up another silver ring. I took the ring and put itbefore her eyes so she could see what was happening to her beyond. “Right; time to do the other side now” he said as I rolled over on to my back. “You won't be needing you bra now will you” he said with authority, as he very swiftly removed it from my body, leaving me lying there completely naked, with glistening pubes.Next, he applied some oil to my breasts, making them shine in the light as he massaged it in, tweaking my nipples from time to time, making me gasp with excitement. My eyes were shut as I drifted off into a pleasurable world all of my own. I had.