Something wet I felt on my pussy and I heard smacking voices. Baba´s wet fingers are massaged my pussy. More and more he worked on me. I do not know ...ow many times the two had fucked me last night but my pussy hurt easily. Please do not say I still hurts from tonight. Now I had to learn for the first time what it meant to be the hanim of a Turkish pasha. Mustafa Hand grabbed my neck firmly and he said in a stern voice. Will you be a good Hanim? You will learn to obey, you understand me. I only. “Hi hun. How are you?” “Just great; you?” “Terrific! I see you’re working tonight.” “Yes, in fact, it began before I even made it to the club. Before it opened, I met two men downstairs out on the street.” “You go girl!” “I can’t believe how much fun this is, and how easy!” “Tell me about it! I can’t believe I ever didn’t want to do this.” “I know. It’s hard to believe that this is considered so terrible. I’ve never had so much fun.” “Maybe we can get together later, if you’re not too tired?”. Sometimes I'd be waken by her screams---sometimes not.To make up for his loss she got up, took care of her necessary's in the bathroom and made him a cornbread. And a damn good one I might add. He brewed the coffee and we convened in the living room; me in my easy chair, those two on the couch. The cornbread was exquisite, just absolutely scrumptious. Like heaven. We nearly ate the whole thing. I hoarded the last piece and ate it in my room later that night. We sang Christmas carols and we had. Cat pulled her shirt off and dropped it to the floor then cuddled up against me.I whispered, "When you said you were going to talk to them, I didn't think all you would tell them is 'Come in!'"Cat didn't have a chance to answer because Aimee asked with sadness in her voice, "Did you already have sex?" Chris fucked me good," Cat replied fervently. "How can you tell?"Aimee answered, "His cock is small and..." Don't say everything," hastily interrupted Cat. "What else? Skylar?" Well, his cock has.