Perhaps if I'd really understood how bad the odds were, I'd just have had a last good night's sleep and spend the rest of eternity looking morose. Jus... as I must've probably looked like when Eileen slapped me hard across the face, without the slightest warning:"Hey! Hey! Snap out of it!" That was totally uncalled for! You could have just nudged me!" You simply sat there, frozen stiff. Why are you wearing that football gear? And what's with that pony-on-a-stick?" she said, pointing with a finger. I can't believe it; I could never have pictured myself doing this with her.Her hand wanders down my chest to the bottom of my shirt, and she starts to pull it over my head. Our lips part for a fraction of a second, but then stick back together like glue. I have no shirt on now, as she rubs her hands all over my chest. She plays with my nipples as we make out. It's not difficult to tell that she is enjoying herself.My hand then creeps down to her top, and I remember - she isn't wearing a bra.. I continued to attack her clit with my tongue and lips. I focused my attentions there. It wasn’t long before she was moaning uncontrollably, the legs she was standing on shaking uncontrollably. She started to slide down the wall and onto the floor.I didn’t stop there. I scooted back to accommodate her new position, which was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. I began to lick the entire length of her cunt, from front to back. I loved the taste of her, and I was beginning to. The Princess slipped the button and dropped the gown, standing before him naked, feet apart, eyes down in the approved stance of a slave being inspected by a prospective buyer. The Emir walked slowly round behind her."Bend," again the bored tone.Hiss ... CRACK!The riding crop landed on her buttocks in an unexpected cut which made her stagger slightly, though she managed not to cry out."That is so that you are aware of your position. Now hold still."The Emir's hand stroked one full buttock and.