God, I'm so fucking stupid ... better get dressed, and stop giving Todd a free show. Little fucking pervert ... I wouldn't mind if it was Jack looking...at me, but Todd ... he's such a little creep... Emily tried taking a step towards her clothes.Instead, she found herself standing still, in front of the open refrigerator. Much as she wanted to go put on her clothes ... she couldn't bring herself to do it. As humiliating as having Todd leer at her while he ogled the sight of her supple, naked. " Well why do it?" she asked her voice stern."I'm sorry Mistress," I said genuinely sorry. Instead of removing my intruder she simply uncoupled the strap-on from herself leaving me with it sticking deep inside me."Now kneel before me," she commanded and with that she inserted a gag into my mouth. "You might have noticed that I'm the Domme now and I've been thinking that it's what I want and what you need. Will you be my submissive? Just nod or shake your head for yes or no."My hardening penis. He tells me to keep on sucking him , he wants to get hard again and fuck me . I gladly keep on working his dick with my wet mouth and feel his cock growing hard again! He tells me to bend over...I am so excited , and desperately want his hard cock inside of me! I get up on my chair and bend over for him . He gets in behind me , feeling his way up my stockinged legs , lifts my frilly skirt , uses his finger to find my wet lubed up ass and tries to insert his hard cock...I am very tight and he. A week passed... I was treated like a princess all week, anything I wanted I was given with no questions asked; it was like a dream come true. I knew it would all come to an end eventually and it came one night that week before dinner. I received a note from the Sultan asking me to dress in formal wear for dinner that evening. I chose to wear the blue and gold sari the Sultan had bought for me the previous day; it fit my curves perfectly and showcased my flat stomach, wide hips and heaving.