Princess Elaheh's eyes sparkled, "I'll do it myself." Now," ordered the Emir.As Louise was peremptorily pushed on to a whipping bench and cuffed in pl...ce she squealed in protest, "Hey. That's not fair. What did I do wrong. Who is this old man anyway?" This 'old man', as you so delicately put it, is my father, His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, ruler of Kobekistan, may he live for ever and have many sons, and you are to get six from me for first objecting to him fucking you and then. You were experienced and you knew much. You knew pleasure and you loved to bathe in it.I moved on to the bed and bent over you. I kissed you and you responded. Your mouth opened, allowing my tongue to push in to you, to explore you. The thick smell of sex washed over me. I gently explored you, tongue fucking your mouth and letting my tongue caress and dance with your own. You responded gently, letting your tongue move around mine, from time to time stabbing it in to my mouth and pushing. I let go of my erection and let the female hand start to stroke me. I felt hair caress my thigh, which startled me because my wife has extremely short hair, Think Meg Ryan short. No way it could brush my leg unless her head was practically touching it.My eyes shot open and there was a female, (thank god), I had never seen before, kneeling next to me. Her hand was wrapped around my shaft slowly stroking it. Her eyes watching my cock pulsate as her hand glided up and down. Her sparkling green. Pardin licked his finger and stuck it in the pile. Bringing the crystals that clung to his fingers to his tongue, he grimaced slightly at his tongue burning as the salt dissolved.Salt left on the table was an ancient custom. Finding salt meant that the inhabitants had packed up and left for good but that they had left the kitchen clean and usable. The salt was an invitation to move into an abandoned home without challenge.The sun was still too new in the sky to stop for the day and Pardin set.