When I stopped stroking to actually take my shirt off my son watched closely. I explained to him what I was doing and he still looked like he had a ha...d time believing it. With my tits bare I started stroking him again, nice and slow. Before long I felt his hand reach up and feel my tit. Unconsciously I shifted my body to give him a better angle to play with it. Are you close to cumming yet? I asked him. He just shakes his head back and forth in an emphatic no. Not wanting him to hurt from not. I had used a douche during my pre-dinner nap, so it wouldn’t be too much for him. This wasn’t the first time he tasted me there, but pressing down onto his imprisoned face like this was certainly more extreme. With his cock bound tightly, I didn’t know if that would increase or diminish the libido that would mitigate any unpleasantness of the situation.Regardless, the soft, warm, wet ministrations—and both the idea and the image of him below me—generated an electric spark. My hand snapped. We made a couple of tapes that way and I always kind of teased him a little bit by pretending like I wasn’t sure if I should put the spoon in my mouth for the first spoon full. I always managed to get at least three good spoonfulls out of my wet pussy and into my mouth. My boy friend said it would be good to play with the cum in my mouth before I swallowed it so on one tape I leaned back and blew bubbles with it and let a big frothy head build up in my mouth before I gulped it down. I guess. That would not have mattered to the Emir had she been any good in bed, but she was clearly unhappy sleeping with him. She seemed to think that love was a prerequisite of sex.Robinson had just finished serving dinner to the Emir and Princess Ayda and was about to take his leave of them when the Emir stopped him and said, "There is a woman in the Golden Palace harem you might care to have as a present from your grateful Master. She's five or six years younger than you, and is English. We captured.