My hands moved along the front of her chest catching my fingers along her tank top pulling down to just above her nipples then just squeeze and fondle...her breasts my hardon was poking out of the slit in my underware. while moving my hands around to her back side sliding on to her ass. so firm yet soft and curvy. her panties came of and i consumated my lustfull desire right there.then i came back to reality. i had no idea what to do because i knew my fantasies would never come true. so i decided. I'm a fairly petit size 10 but my thighs and arse are huge and this dress highlighted them perfectly. I didn't go for a bra as I wanted something to catch Marlons eye so I threw on some open toe boots and headed out the door making sure my cleavage was on full show.Alot was going through my mind at this point as I walked towards Marlons. Was I really going to fuck this black man while my husband was clueless at work? How will I tell Mike? Will Marlon actually want me or has his flirting been. After a few minutes I look up to see a massive palace. They take me in to the main hall and throw me on the ground in front of a throne. I look around to see that this place is a Muslim palace and it’s heavily guarded with many Muslim soldiers. I look up to see who was sitting on the throne and to my surprise it was an arabian woman dressed in a black niqab and black jilbab. She wore many jewelry to signify that she was royalty. She asked, “What is this that you have brought me?”The guard. She shook her head no. “I don’t have very sensitive nipples, it’s pretty hard to hurt them,” she said quietly.I added a second piece of equipment to Ramona, a collar with four d-rings, each 90 degrees apart and walked Ellie over to the rope hanging from the ceiling. I tied it to the center of the chain that connected the nipple clamps, and grabbed the spool of rope. I walked over, unrolling the rope as I did to the door leading to the house. When I had unwound enough length, I cut the rope.