Desi still got me away for a little break, which was spent in the most predictable way possible. After all, I was still technically her sex slave.And ...riday night, Rachel and I went out. We spent the evening going from house to house to make sure our girlfriends all knew we loved them. When we got home, she slipped into my room with me and we made love before going to sleep. Mom and Dad didn’t say a thing about her being at breakfast when they got up in the morning. In fact, Mom just gave her a. The evening passed in good humour and comradeship engendered by the past few days of unusual enjoyment of the celebrations.When the feasting was nearly over, the small competition dais was equipped with two whipping benches and the winners were brought back, dressed only in their golden gowns of leading members of the Golden Palace harem. They took their places on the benches, lifting the gowns to the waist to reveal two pairs of shapely buttocks, and the Emir announced that the Chief Eunuch. Her eyes started to roll and bursting vein start making it red ,she fall towards unconsciousness with each passing time .This also indirectly propel her slowly developing orgasm as her vaginal muscle get contracted but also at same time start getting wet ,this tightening pussy beg Akram to fed his baby batter to her as he start feeling his orgasm building too, she hung their in complex situation of sensing both her death and orgasm and thats the time when Akram no longer hold and star filling. While we were waiting for our food, I couldn’t help but ask, “Mike, you started telling about some of yours and Michelle’s escapades in college. Anything else you think her loving husband should know?” “Well, did she mention to you the night one of my friends watched us?” Michelle did a double take on that one, “What are you talking about? I don’t remember that ever happening!” “Oh, maybe I never mentioned it to you, do you remember John? He was there one night on the couch. I told him if I was.