Servants, male and female, were routinely paddled by special eunuchs who were trained to administer corporal punishment. They had to lie face down on ... bench and receive strokes from eunuchs standing on either side of them. Twenty strokes seemed to be the minimum amount and serious bruising and bleeding resulted. The concubines were not subjected to this type of punishment routinely, but if the prince was angry enough, he might apply a cane to the unfortunate young woman. In such cases, it was. Now THAT is definitely not something you see every bloody day. And now, the piece de resistance, if you will.I ordered Khadija to kneel before me and the tall and chubby, big-bottomed Somali woman obeyed my command. I made her polish my thick cock with her succulent mouth while Kasim watched. Afterwards, I put on a condom then bent Khadija over, face down and ass up. I thrust two fingers into her wet, hairy pussy. I tasted them, and smiled. She tasted so damn good. Muslim pussy from Somalia is. I wondered since it’s your last night of leave if you would like to have dinner with me at the flat.“What are you cooking?” he asked in a jocular voice.“I thought pasta, but if you would like something else.”“I love pasta, especially when the chief is a raven-haired beauty.” He could hear her chuckling at the other end of the line.“Pasta it is then, say 8:30. I’m on duty until 6:30.”“Fine I’ll bring the wine. Until 8:30 then.” He heard the connection switch off.The door to the flat was open as. Deep, long and rolling through me, while the guy kept up his steady pounding all the way through it. Hearing my orgasm seemed to give him a signal to now go for his own pleasure. He increased his pace and vigor, smacking into me with a massive force. My cunt was taking a pounding and my arse hole was feeling fantastic from his balls smacking into it. It felt so good my body started reacting. My arse was tingling. How I would love a finger in it now. The thought made another small.