When she felt the familiar collar buckled around her throat, she knew she would once more be serving his twisted lusts. This time he began by strippin... her her bare and raising her cuffed hands to the ceiling hook above the bed. The addition of straps around her tighs, chained out to the edges of the bed, forced her wide open. This made it most convenient for her spouse to play between her widespread thighs with his hands and his whip until she was hot, dripping and panting heavily. Cruel as he. “Oh! Half an hour? An hour? No more - honest and we would be very grateful!” He grinned as he looked at me then each other then me again.“What would you be asking me about?” I repeated myself. Still stroking my hand he began to look sheepish, “Well…. I don’t know your name.” “Andrea.” “Well Andrea, our course is Social Science and we are…well…we are asking 10 women from different backgrounds about their sex lives!” he chuckled, “We’ve had a waitress, a schoolteacher, a bank manager…you know the. “I’ve painted the inside. Now it’s time for the outside.”He moved his fingers inside her, scissoring the flesh with a talent most would envy. She felt the wetness he had left drip from her swollen flesh, collecting inside the palm he held against her body before rubbing it around her lower lips. He moved his hand with a new purpose. Rubbing the pool of their come around her aching flesh. Squeezing her spread lips back further as his expert fingers probed the tender pink flesh hidden inside. Her. Being still relatively young and foolish, Ramzy El-Najjar rose to the challenge, "Master?" Ah, Ramzy El-Najjar, excellent," said the smiling Emir, "You need not look so worried, I will not suggest that you offer yourself as the quarry!"There was a round of sycophantic laughter which was redoubled when the expression on Ramzy El-Najjar's face showed that the thought had not occurred to him."What I would like," continued the Emir, "is someone to train quarry specifically for the chase. Perhaps.