We stopped dead in our tracks and turned around. I thought he had hit her, but it was the other way around. Yes, she had hit him. We were all speec...less. He stood there, transfixed, and she stood there, looking horror struck by her actions. Then, with all his strength, he punched her dead in the jaw, knocking her onto the bed. He took his shirt off and leapt on top of her and started ripping her clothes off. I ran to try to push him off of her, but he delivered a punch to me like he. The only women I had known were my harem-sisters crawling on their knees like dogs. Here was a strong powerful Satrap, proudly geared in the armor of a Man. She was fit and muscular. I had never seen a woman of such majesty. She approached me and sympathetically asked where I was from. I told her I was from Lycia, which happened to fall under the jurisdiction of her Satrapy. She asked me how many Greek women were in the harem. I told her 300. She promised to do all in her power to see all Greek. She stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bath towel. She handed me her bathing suite, and I put it on a hanger. "Donna, you are amazingly hot-looking in that towel!" To my surprise, she dropped the towel, and asked "How do I look with out it? OH, I feel like a slut!" With towel on the floor, from her dropping it v. me peeling her, the logical next step was for me to move across the room - take her in my arms - and lower her to the bed! She looked wonderfully sexy - slight Cooper's droop -. Sally Anne knew I loved frilly panties and these were very pretty satin with a few rows of sexy lace. There was also a white bra. I was a little disappointed not to have stockings but she told me that no self-respecting girl would wear stockings with a sundress during the day."You had better wear a panty girdle below your frillies to keep yourself respectable."I really wanted to go out without a panty girdle because I loved the feel of my panties on my penis but knew that the excitement would.