He had, after all, given the country what it wanted. He had now four principal sons, the Crown Prince, who was nine, his half-brother, Ali, four years...younger, but who had been declared by the Emir third in line, and two other young Princes plus, he really didn't know how many, other sons and daughters. He had even kept up the tradition started by his grandfather of hunting in a specially built artificial chase, where female slaves were hunted using Irish Wolfhounds, and then used and abused by. Finally Ellen stood back from him and I watched her crawl up on the bed and spread her legs out. She was at an angle to me that allowed me to see right down into her wet pussy lips. She smiled as he walked up to her and climbed between her legs. Both their asses were mooning me and I watched his eigth inch cock disappear down into her love box, then reappear and go in again and again as he fucked her with long deep strokes. I watched the cheeks of his ass going up and down as he fucked her. But you made me feel so much better." Well, I'm glad I could help." It did, more than you know," she said as she walked over and hugged me.I felt her breasts press to my shoulder and the now familiar stirring began in my groin and the scene from last night flashed into my mind. Stop it, I told myself. This is crazy. I have to live with my mom. Yet, there was nothing my rational mind could do to stop my libido."What's on your agenda today?" Mom asked as she went back to the stove and finished. I want to test your endurance of punishment in this position by your brush, baby".I systematically work my way down both hot bums and her thighs, turning on the heat. I notice her excitement rising with her pride to take my treat without any squeak.I mould her body in the best ballet position for bare bottom spank, back arched.I tell her my new game, tiptoe and arch to welcome the brush beating her bare bums.Up and down on tiptoes offering her burning bottom to more heat from her hairbrush.Up.