The article concluded with an account of how the women of the harem had risen up against the Pasha's oppression and had conspired in his assassination... leaving his naked body to be found, dripping with blood from a slit throat, in his bath.I wasn't sure how much, if any, of the article to believe. I was about to turn the page when something drew my attention back to the picture of the Pasha's harem. One of the figures seemed curiously familiar. I reached for the magnifying glass that I keep to. It had been made worse when Lily kept flushing the toilet thinking that it would make the water go down.“So what did you do?” Lily asked.“I may have gotten into a fight with Max,” Sean said. He looked down at the rock in his hand and ordered it to spin once. When it did, he had to admit that the events that morning had probably happened just as he remembered them.“I hope that you beat him up real good,” Lily said, but she didn’t think that was possible. Max was a really big man and she had seen. “Now, take it easy. We can stop whenever...”But the woman isn’t waiting. Already she has her ass lowering, and is moaning softly when she feels the heat of his throbbing meat come into contact with her twitching asshole. Alan watches her take more immediately than just the tip like she has previously. He stares openmouthed, incapable of speech. Victoria moans again, pressing back and insistently pushing most of the bloated head into her relaxing ring of complying muscle. He groans as the end. It took nearly a minute before it finally stopped moving with Yuri lifted high and Kei lightly touching the ground.Yuri shook her hands up over her head like a winning prize fighter. Just the movement set the scales slowly teetering again. “In your face, Kei!” She cried. “I told you I was lighter!”“It has to be by just by a few ounces.” Kei said huffily. “Look!” Waving her arms made her lift slowly up, to settle gently back down again.“Who cares by how much.” Yuri said with a grin. “A bet is a.