I picked up the goody bag and motioned that I wanted the heavy wool blanket as well.Brit was snoring on the couch. We spread out the blanket on the f...oor, lifted her onto it, then gently began rolling her into it. We wanted her mother calm and the princess to stay asleep. I opened the bag and began laying out the leather straps next to the roll. One last turn and she was on the straps. One started at her feet, the other by her head. When we were done, the roll was secured by black leather. He let her recover and told her. “ We are going to play a game.” “ I will flog your body until you are wanting it to stop bad enough to beg me to fuck you hard.” He started to flog her back working his way down to her ass and down her legs. She jerked and fought her ropes while screaming and begging him to stop. When he stepped around and started flogging her big beautiful tits and stomach she was thinking she could not take the abuse any longer but refused to beg him to fuck her. When he. But she called in three days and asked if she could come over, and when I took my time considering, she begged. I was sexually excited anticipating her arrival, and as soon as the door to my room was shut she was pulling her panties down. But her clothing caught somehow while she was trying to take them off. I was happy to take her as she was, pleading eyes, panties half down, up against the wall, quick, hard and deep. It was amazing. She convulsed too, and started falling over. I was still. The crier is humbled before Sultan Suleiman called the magnificent by some and the law-giver by others. Before the crier is the most feared emperor in Europe and leader of a rising empire. ‘Oh glorious Sultan, please forgive my abrupt entrance but I come baring nefarious news. The Lady Shireen, who lives in your Excellencies Harem, has been found with multiple wounds to the head and lying face down on the floor.’ The crier proclaims. The atmosphere changes from concerned to tense, The Lady.