"She blushed furiously at this last comment, but I could see she was also turned on by the thought of it."Now it is your turn to take care of my needs... especially as you monopolised our husband last night." Does that include the spanking, mistress?" she asked with a cheeky grin."If you think you are up to that, my little slave, then feel free. If you open the bottom drawer of my bedside table, you will find a whip in there. I need more than you could administer by hand."She was totally shocked. Krista always thought they were the most sensual part of her body. And she felt the water flow over her body and roll down between her legs, across the smoothness of her sweet place, and mix with the juices that had flowed out of her crevice. A silent moan was only heard by her inner self. She wanted to touch her clit, wanted to give it some attention, but she knew if she did, she would moan audibly. That was the last thing she wanted to do with other girls in the showers and. “We’re in America now, not the Army, Grim. Besides, I promised Mom I would make sure you got to the church on time. Now, where’s the coffee maker? You need to get cleaned up and dressed.”“You can go screw yourself!” I replied. “I’m going back to bed.”“No, no, no! Go grab a shower. I’ll have coffee ready by the time you are out.”It took me several minutes to clear the cobwebs from my head. Okay, so I had drunk a couple of beers more than I should have last night. I was missing my fiancée and. It was very warm and her body was relaxed, rested--she felt good. There was a wonderfully evocative smell in the air. At first she couldn't imagine where she might be and then the memories came flooding back. Oh, shit. She had smoked some wicked hash and been eaten and finger fucked into insensibility by an thirteen-year-old girl.Of course, that was it. She was in Istanbul, in a hamam--a Turkish bath. The shafts of light above were from tiny windows in the dome covering the room. But the.