"Am I to stay there?" she asked, her voice muffled through the abaya which he had insisted on her wearing throughout the journey."In the Golden Palace... the central part," replied Kamal Qumsiyeh.When they drew up at a small side entrance, Tamsin was handed over to a fat negro with an odd voice and hurried along a corridor tiled with mosaics in geometric designs and into a long narrow room with doors at both ends and no windows. It was lit by a glass roof which was frosted to prevent the sun from. But, they didn’t and I was safe. I walked naked through the house and up the stairs. Mandy told me to go to my room.I entered my room and Tommy was on the bed, naked with a hard on. Mandy said, “Alright my little cunt, time to fuck your cousin. You will climb on top of him and ride his cock and make him cum.”That I didn’t mind at all. But she whispered to me, “Once he cums in your cunt and I give you the sign, get off his cock and quickly get your cunt over his mouth. We want him to lick your. She was a rather tall slim lady (with a nice figure and a blonde cropped hairstyle) who was probably in her late forties and who was dressed in a leather jacket and denim skirt. Not what I was expecting. I am not tall, only a slim 5ft 4 ins tall, and had to look up to her so I tried not to laugh. She turned out to be quite bossy (and fussy) and this would come out more during the evening.Our seats (pre-booked) turned out to be in a dark corner at the back. This was no accident. During the show. A bucket of water woke her up. Most of the two feet horse cock was now inside Sonia’s bowels, stretching her sphincter in the most painful and extreme way and occupying her peristaltic system. I AM GOING TO DIE! She thought. THIS COCK IS KILLING ME! Then the crying, desolated slave wife felt another surge deep inside her body. The neighing stallion was cummin’ once more, filling her intestines and stomach with hot sperm. When the horse finally pulled out, there seemed to be no end to the semen.