SultanaThey went over the sisters’ messages with the Hellenic boy again. He had nothing to add that the palace scribes had not sieved from the messa...es. This boy had his wits about him, however, and the Sultana was hoping that he would think of something she hadn’t.Her frustration for so many years had been that finding a good adviser was close to impossible. Her nonagenarians were wise, but they no longer thought well on their toes, and completely alien situations challenged them in ways that. ‘Ok, I’m in, I will just call my people and let them know I can’t make it today.’ I say with a smile, trying to win back some of that lost heroism. ‘Good, we will have a great time I promise, there are lots of single women that come to these things, plus I have a cellar full of wine.’ She smiles at me, as pulls me toward what looks like her table with three chairs and one of those huge patio umbrellas. This looks like where the haggling is to be done. ‘Really? Think you pop one of them bottles. She had thicker thighs though her legs were long. A beautiful hour glass figure stretched out on his bed with a dark damp spot right under her greedy little pussy. "Detailed, slave." "I went to work after the spanking I received this morning for being a brat," she started, blushing slightly. Her legs were rubbing together again. "I wore the crotchless panties you instructed me to wear and had in the vibrator you gave me as you requested," she muttered, looking down. "Look at me," he demanded,. ...This is too much!...Shit!....Ha, ha, ha, ha, hee!..."Ann joined in the laughter in her squeaky high pitched voice and that set Becca into motion with a quieter embarrassed giggle."You mean you aren't mad?" Becca somehow managed while her asshole still spasmed and winked."Mad? Mad?....Hell no!....Ha, ha, ha!..."Then we all snuggled on the dewy grass with Becca clinging to my side while her mother tried to disentangle herself from the big dildo, cussing in her frustration with all the straps.