It was a strange feeling to be spread across the top of the glass table and feel the greedy fingers of the male nurse lubricate her nether opening bef...re stretching it with practiced authority. The sedative did quiet her down into a state of astonished compliance as she heard him pounding her tight bottom with only his cock outside his all-white uniform. She was also fully dressed with only her skirt folded up in the back and her white tights pulled down below her sphincter to allow easy. There is a stone floor, a wooden bench, a pole, and a gymnastic horse. This is not my house. I don’t know the name of the man who owns it; I was given to him last night by another man whom I was given to by my Master earlier in the week. My ankle is chained to the pole. I write these words because I just had to let someone know what is happening to me. I have not been allowed to express myself freely for at least six months, or maybe nine – I can’t remember and have no way of telling. . ’ ‘I will join you in the interrogation centre in the morning,’ said the Sheikh. ‘Maybe a night with a burning ass in an Arabic prison will loosen her tongue.’ They said goodbye and he walked downstairs and into his harem and summoned Idriss the head of the Eunuchs. Idriss was told to send for his favourite concubine Jameela and he went to the baths to have himself bathed and washed and pampered by some of the bathing women. But although Jameela did perform well in his bed and arched her hips. He turned his key in the lock of his door and heard a familiar voice coming from the sitting room. Scott's insides shrivelled up."Sweet Jesu! It's my mother!" He thought to himself.He could hear the girls talking to his mother, the tone as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. Scott began to relax, assuming that his wives had somehow managed to create a cover story that was good enough to explain to his mother why they were there. But then he heard... "Oh, I have the cutest grandchildren!.