"I really enjoy playing the slutty Mother who becomes a slut for her son." I like that one too," he smiled, before adding, "I plan to play that role o...er and over and over again."I reached for his concealed weapon and purred, "You better not be teasing Mommy."He put his finger to my lips. "Shhhh, Mommy. Now I want you to dress like a teacher, is that clear?"I nodded in agreement as his finger remained on my lips."Good Mommy," he smiled, adding, "I'll be downstairs setting things up."I watched. The whipping of domestic staff could become part of the Butler's duties or could be left to the Chief Eunuch as now. Does that explain everything?"Robinson was utterly speechless for a moment or two, then he found enough voice to ask, "Whipping, sir?" Yes. The whip is our standard form of punishment for slaves, and is also available to correct recalcitrant concubines, or even wives."Robinson so far forgot himself as to stare open-mouthed at the Emir for several seconds.Taking the initiative,. She caught my stare and smiled, but that contact didn't last. Her eyes returned to the store window and scrutinized whatever was in store. I followed her example and forced myself into window-shopping, a pleasure I could die for but not right then.She went past me and my eyes could not leave that uninteresting window... I don't know what I was waiting for but whatever that was didn't matter anymore. I heard a voice inside me, singing and crying at the same time. It was a call... a mating. We all danced together and laughed and again I felt like I was in heaven. I wish I could describe for you in words the dancing, but thats hard to do. It was like kids dance today in clubs, with lots of body contact and grinding and we all did that together. None of it felt funny to me at all in fact it all felt so good that these two people, my foster parents were not only paying attention to me but that I had been there whole focus the last two days. At one point they even started kissing each.