She stood, back facing me, shook her big butt a little, then shuffled back and sunk her soaking pussy onto my cock.She bounced up and down, her slick ...ussy warm and wet. Emma leaned back, her glistening back resting against my chest. Her legs spread, and I felt hands on my knees, spreading them further. A hand cupped my balls, then the hot breath of a mouth, and then my balls were sucked into a hot, wet mouth. Not sure how Sarah managed that, but if felt amazing.Releasing my balls I felt her. As I knelt before the dish with my hands clasp behind my back I lowered my face to the bowl. The level of humiliation and degradation I felt was beyond compare. I thought of the consequences of my failure to obey my orders and began to lick at the tasteless oatmeal. I suddenly realized that I was extremely hungry and quickly began to consume my breakfast. Licking the bowl clean I then lapped some water from my bowl. Glancing at the clock I realized that I was approaching my exercise time. . Like Brent and Claire (not really), a handsome young couple whose bedroom window was a regular stop. We knew them from around town and the complex. We always had a smile for each other and would sometimes visit over coffee at a local cafe. Casual acquaintances, not exactly friends but friendly. He was a solid six feet, trim and fit with steel gray eyes and a square jaw. Early thirties like us. She was just as trim, a Nordic beauty of 5 feet 7 or so who filled out a sweater nicely. Her pale. As soon as Lila was able to walk she took her to the last officer. Still unable to talk, Lila kneeled in the foyer of the house. This was the most junior of the officers in Al-Mansour's domain; not the youngest though. The officer was an obese man, way past his prime, whose bulbous red nose betrayed that he ignored, at least one of the prohibitions that a good Muslim should follow. His slurred speech showed why, at his age, he was still such a junior officer.Aisha bowed her head to the ground,.