Sharing a husband seems natural after a while, and life here is luxurious. Let me show you what I mean. What would you like to eat?" What is on offer?... asked Charlotte, intrigued despite her fears and confusion."Anything you can think of," replied Ayda, "Just name it." Oh, that's easy to say," said Charlotte, thinking that bacon would be unobtainable in a Moslem country, "I haven't had a nice plate of bacon and eggs and baked beans since I left England." Not a problem; bread, or toast, and tea. The 'families' operate differently now. The muscle-bound hoods who sell dope, book bets, and pimp for the cat houses and escort services, etc., they are still out there on the streets. Now-a-days, however, there is a second level of thugs with college educations and better manners who find a way to deposit criminal profits into what appear to be legitimate business bank accounts. From there taxes are paid on it just as if it had originated as lawful profit. The money after taxes is then. She moved so comfortably to the edge of the bed in preparation that it looked as if spankings were a known practice of hers. You slowly did what you were told, but now your eyes were locked on mine as you crawled across her lap.Your panty covered bottom was round and accentuated on top of her knees. Sort of like the cherry on top of a sundae. It was perfectly within spanking range of her hand. My front row seat had me anticipating my next order.“Pull down her panties now, so I am able to watch. I realized nothing was going to stop him. I felt his cock on my back, then he lifted me again and parted my tight pussy lips with his fingers and pressed his big cock head against my entrance. Too big&hellip, I said quietly, tears running down my cheeks, feeling him pushing achingly hard to get it in me. Fuck! he groaned, getting aggravated. He grabbed my hips and jammed his cock against me, and with a pop the head pushed in. I bit my lower lip hard, trying not to cry out, but moaning in pain. .