"He threw one of those sleeping masks at me. As I was sliding it over my eyes, he turned on and was aiming that little reading light at me. I unbutton...d my shirt and bunched my skirt up around my waist. He pushed open the sides of my shirt and said, "There, better to see you with. Get comfortable, it'll be a while. Man, you are one hot little slut."Ohh man, I get shivers up my spine when he calls me a slut. I should be mad, but I only feel lust. Thinking about sitting here is making my face all. Bare skin? I look down, and, yes, I am pretty scantily clad, in a kind of Native American Rocky Horror outfit - thigh length stockings of fine, soft chamois, held up with a suspender belt of leather thongs, and a g-string, also of chamois and thongs, pulled tight between my buns. My top is bare, except for some beads around my neck and wrists. It's tacky pseudo-ethnic, but it feels great, with the breeze, kissing my nipples, and my thighs and butt-cheeks, making my dick swell up in the soft. Then she noticed that Zubeydeh had been thrown onto the next bench along. The Chief Eunuch arrived post haste, and addressed them both."You both know what the punishment is for claiming or using an honorific to which a woman in this harem is not entitled. Six strokes each. These will be laid on alternately since you are both equally guilty. Zubeydeh is Zubeydeh and the honorific 'Princess' is strictly reserved only for those the Emir decrees. We have, as yet, no Princess in this harem. Highness. Phir mein bhi so gaya ab mein roz raat ko yahi karta phir ek raat meine didi ki salwar kka naada loose kiya aur andar haath daal diya andar didi ne panty nahi pehni to mujhe jyada mehnat nahi karni padi ab mera haath did ki chut par tha unke chut ke baal ek dam mulayam the aur mein haath aage lekgaya aur unki chut ke andar karne ki kosshish karne laga lekin didi ne karwat le li aur mien darr ke so gaya.phir do din tak aisa hi chala aur ek din didi ne mujhe pakad liya lekin tabhi kuch nahi.