.no.....I won't be able to handle that!" "I'll be gentle," she said stroking her condom covered cock. "I'd never hurt you Peter, you can trust your sw...et big s*s right?" "Kimberly," I said. She knew that I was dead serious when I used her real name. "I am not doing it, so you can just forget about it. I have to draw the line somewhere when it comes to my manhood." Kimmy gave me her cute little pout face, that didn't work, then she gave me her serious mother-like face, that also didn't work.. I explained that none of us had ever met a Pharaoh, so we weren't sure of the exact protocol. He said, "Oh, there is nothing special, just prostrate yourselves and wait to be recognized. That usually happens within the hour."I stopped where I was and said, "OK, folks, time to go back to the river. We don't have to put up with this kind of discourtesy."Uphotep sputtered and wrung his hands. "But you agreed to an audience. What will I do now?" I have no idea, but we are not some peasants who are. Her aroma was strong, a heady musk that spoke volumes about the secrets she had been flaunting all evening, and I opened my mouth, tasting the entire bulge of her pubic area, surrounded by her essence. I rolled Monica over onto her stomach and ran my hands across her rear, anticipating the glory hidden beneath her skimpy pants. With quivering hands (oh how long I had dreamt of this) I pulled the waist of her black stretch pants down over the swell of her ass cheeks, exposing a black thong. At one point when he saw me as his first wife, I was subjected to much corporal punishment of the most humiliating kind for a lady of genteel background. Apparently, he had trained his first wife to greet such distressing treatment with an obedient and cheerful nature. I knew that he expected the same from me and despite my abject displeasure at the degradation; I smiled and encouraged him to do more of the same.My attitude so inspired him to unusual excesses that I was soon begging for some.