” I said as I walked in to find her in front of the stove.She was wearing an old threadbare night shirt that was a couple of sizes too small for her... It barely covered her ass and on top hung from her tits like they were coat hooks. I could feel my cock start to twitch.“Good morning daddy!” She said happily. “I hope you’re ready for some bacon and eggs.”“I’m famished honey, bring it on.” I replied.She prepared a plate for both of us and sat down on the opposite side of the small kitchen table. He smiled softly, enough to take the sting out of his actions as he tapped the bar impatiently. ‘Get to it.’She turned slowly, perched on top of the counter on her hands and knees, putting her weight on her forearms, the pooled fluids filling her nose. Taking a deep breath, she hesitantly ran her tongue through them a single time, making a face at the bitter taste, doing her best to keep her hair off the bar.‘Motherfucker.’ She heard Rusty awed whisper. ‘Goddamn, Blondie, that’s fucking nasty.. "My friends and I come in peace, asking refuge from our enemies and yours."This simple ceremony over, their ponies were led away and the travelers were surrounded by curious villagers. It was almost time for the noonday meal, and the smell of wood smoke and cooking food filled the air. The chief led them to where several of his wives were laying out platters of food in the center of a circle of woven reed mats."Be seated, and partake of our food," he invited, the solemn gravity of his bearing. If the Emir had tried her she was sure that she would have pleased him so much that he would have taken her back to the much more opulent surroundings of the Golden Palace harem."Yes, find me something a little riper for now but I will have her back, when it's convenient you understand, as I am a little short on hostesses. Hunting takes its toll of them. One we used is now useless, and another actually managed to win and was sent to England to live," explained the Emir."Do you know, old.