It all began when they took me from my homeAnd put me on Death Row,A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.Not Death Row anymore, but Swap R...w, but many prisoners prefer to call itby the old name, as the result is the same. When you go to the swap chair, also known colloquially as the "mercy seat" you may not be fried as inthe electric chairs of old, but you'll still die. A total identity deathwith all your memories changed to that of your victim and your very bodychanged by the. "Amber giggled. The girls looked an Amber from behind the veils andsmiled to her. "As you can tell, they are each well along the route ofdelivering one of my children. I have many from my harem."One of them whispered to the Sheik, "Master is correct. This one may beperfect."Amber looked at her in confusion. "Would the Sheik like something todrink?" asked the maid."No girl, I have some water for now. I do not drink. At least notalcohol," he replied. Amber heard both girls. With some hesitation she brought her hands up and began to rub one cheek, then the other, before parting them to reveal Gabrielle's tight hole. Gabrielle urged her with a lustful glance, looking backward at Marie invitingly. The young servant parted her cheeks to reveal the pink flower; the sight of which made her own vulva tingle with anticipation. Putting what little reservations she had left to the side, she slide her fingertips between Gabrielle's lips and ran her tongue up and down cunt,. " The wifechuckled and said "See, she didn't flinch. No big deal. All thatnervousness was for nothing." That was one of the hardest things I've ever done." I know it was. I love you." I love you too."Of course it wasn't quite over yet. I still had to try on theshoes.---Stephanie came back with three boxes."If you would step over here sir and have a seat."I walked to a sitting area near the back of showroom. I was gladfor that because it hid me from any potential customers."Do need any footies?".