Have poison put in her coffee as easily as sugar, and then smooth it over as an unfortunate accident. Have her strip searched in front of him. Have he... carried off to his harem. The possibilities were endless...She was brought back to earth by the Emir repeating his question, "Would you like some coffee?"She nodded, unable to speak for the moment.The Emir sat on an ordinary chair and waved for her to do likewise. As they sat she looked around, seeing a small throne on a dais at the far end of. I lifted my mouth off, and used my hand to do 'the barber-pole'. You know, where the stripe twists, going up the phallic symbol. I added some saliva as needed, but by keeping my touch very light, the motion was delicate, the skin slick enough to not cause any discomfort.I gently squeezed the testicles in a rhythmic way, the softest of pressure. I said in a little breathy voice, “Cum for mommy, Sammy, let mommy see your spurt. You're allowed, cum for mama, let all your jism flow out. Cum. "It's all I've thought about ever since I first saw you naked, reaching for the sun like that. I fantasized about how you would feel next to me. When we were masturbating together, I climaxed to the thought of your tongue on my clit." Was it as good as you thought it might be," she asked. "Much better." I said. "Impossibly better. I have never, ever experienced an orgasm like that. I have to check to see if my anus is inside out though."She laughed, but I didn't resist when she rolled me to my. The pear came out with a loud plopping sound, and she instantly felt an inrush of cool air all the way up inside her cunt. One of the men, using a torch, peered inside her outstretched cunt, put a finger in and felt round. Other than the pressure of his finger, she could feel nothing, her cunt was now numb to any further discomfort. “The rock salt has done its work, your cunt will be a bit rubbery and scarred, some feeling will come back and it should tighten up nicely”, he had said as if to.