Work had gone well. I was having a good day. But, I was getting ‘antsy’. Being as it was Friday; I skipped lunch and headed home. Perhaps it w...s a bit of the kid in me that made me feel like I was playing ‘hooky’. I suppose in many ways I just refused to grow up. As soon as I got home, I was out of my work clothes and into my fishing clothes. Now, here I was sitting on a creek bank with a fishing pole clutched in one hand and a cold beer clasped in the other. The fish weren’t biting at. The one called Sharifa, who was apparently the indirect cause of her kidnapping was a serious, reserved child, on the brink of puberty.It was the concubines who disturbed her; they did not seem to have any opinions, and she got the impression that they rather resented her. The elder of the two English wives, the Princess Ayda, explained that the locally born concubines had no concept of a woman who worked, or of a woman who devoted her life to God, and that they only viewed her as a potential. " We can just assume it's mine," Warren continued. "You know we'll take care of you, Jess. And I'll just assume it's mine and not ask for any kind of proof. It's up to you." We can handle this any way you want," Sophie added. "You can move in here with us if you want. We can all live together in a happy family--a strange one, to be sure, but what the heck," she giggled. "But, if you want to tell Ryan, that's your choice, too." You guys would do that?" Jess asked."Of course," Warren said. "We. She stood up and pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties to reveal a very cute and girthy dick. She was clean and smooth. I reached out and cupped her balls . Her cock rested on my wrist. I started caressing her cock. It stood erect right in front of my face. "Taste it", she said. I reluctantly licked the tip which was very meaty. She pushed her cock in my face and started groaning. Before I knew it I was on my back with a mouth full of dick. It was sliding in and out. Then.