Savannah closed her hands around my shaft and a wave of release and pleasure flooded over me. My head rocked back in my seat and I did all I could to ...ot look down and see my eighteen year old daughter with her hand down my shorts. She felt my shiver, and closed her hand tighter. She started to stroke my cock beneath my shorts. I could feel her tight hand gently moving from the base of my shaft all the way to the tip and then back down again. “Oh fuck, Savannah,” I moaned out, “that feels so. Many women were married off before that age, others had been deflowered by their Master, or by one of the Master’s sons. It was utterly unthinkable to offer the Emir a woman whose virginity had been repaired after one or more deflorations; the disgrace if the ruse were discovered would be too great.Chapter 28: Contest EntrantsOriginally eighty-five women were entered for the competition, and this was reduced to fifty-three by weeding out those under age and those from families which had. ” Until today I’d never even heard him say ‘fuck’ I was shocked at the filth he was shouting but it didn’t do anything to dampen my boner; it just made me feel even more like an a****l. We did as she asked and each placed the tip of a middle finger on her anus. We pushed in together; her ring piece offering a lot more resistance to the double fingering. Me and Dad had always got along OK before but we never really had a great bond; finding myself with him knuckle deep up some bird’s shitpipe. And patient.The actual ‘assemblage’ of participants for the night’s activities was a little less well-ordered. That’s not surprising, at least to me. After all, only a week or so earlier we had been entirely normal, not involved in anything sexual, much less the contemplation of a threesome involving a teenager who was also one participant’s daughter. So I guess it was normal for things to be a little tense when we all gathered in the bedroom.We sort of stood around for a while, not doing.