I feel the vibrations of a moan passing through your throat. Your hands grip at me once again, and I bring mine up to your hips…gripping with a brie... squeeze, then trail my fingers up across your torso, your ribs, your chest… You moan out a yes as my hands come up and take a firm hold of your sweet breasts… I knead them and roll them against your chest as my tongue moves and my lips come up to kiss your lips again. I feel you pressing against my thigh, and I can feel how moist you have become. The first of which was why their mother was naked. This had not even occurred to Aswani until the first stop when Roni, her giggling thirteen-year-old, asked, "Didn't Papa give you time to throw on a robe before sending you out for us?"Aswani was only mildly embarrassed when she looked down at her nudity. "Oh my, I do seem to have misplaced my clothing. I have not been myself since being interrupted by Marines at the restaurant and have spent most of the afternoon dressed as you see me. The Emir walked slowly round behind her."Bend," again the bored tone.Hiss ... CRACK!The riding crop landed on her buttocks in an unexpected cut which made her stagger slightly, though she managed not to cry out."That is so that you are aware of your position. Now hold still."The Emir's hand stroked one full buttock and slid down the crack and a finger was insinuated into her cunt."Hmm. Wet, I see," said the Emir, "You want me to use you, I suppose? Suddenly I am not the hated brother, but the. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. I sat down on the toilet eventhough I tried to get myself to stop and look in the mirror. I showeredand throughout I had no control over what I was doing, and then while Iwas drying off, it all came back to me. I heard, "you did this toyourself" over and over.I searched my memory over and over trying to figure out who "I" was, butnothing came to me. I watched as I got dressed. I looked out at myself asI got ready and marveled at what I looked like. At a simple.