Then he felt a firm hand gently caressing his belly, fingertips running a ring around the tops of his bathing trunks, occasionally a long, cool finger...darting under the elastic band and entwining itself playfully with his thick pubic hair. He lay for a moment with his eyes closed, sighing with pleasure as he felt the experienced fingers bring his slumbering loins to life.Opening one eye, he looked at his wife, Kate, who was kneeling with her back to him, one hand playing a gentle tattoo on his. You are to wear it unless you are going to the bathroom at all times.” He says to me. I can see his growing hard on in his pants and I notice that there is a second plug on the table but I have no idea why he has another plug on the table. “Now be a good little whore and sit on the desk.” He says to me I comply keeping my legs as closed as I can groaning as the plug touchs the table on which I am sat. he pushes my legs apart and looks into my eyes then roughly kisses me on the lips. “I want. .. it's on fire."He was taken aback by this request, but Emily crossed her legs and turned slightly away from him in her seat. Of course, this left her ass cheeks open to his exploration under her very short skirt. Quickly finding the quivering anus, Rod began to rim it tenderly with his middle finger. She sighed and nervously tugged at her hair stands. Rod saw the pretty English girl put a long strand of her hair in her mouth and start to chew it. Her tiny hand gripped his hand and he thought. She devoured the hazelnut, amaretto and cinnamon macrons and he delighted in her appetite. The weeks passed and the lovers remained unaware of the drama building within the harem. But it was on the warmest afternoon in August that a whirlwind entered the palace. The younger brother made his entrance, boisterous, laughing, swinging his mother in an embrace. He was bewilderingly sexy with chiseled features like that of a Greek god, and eyes the color of sapphire. He was dressed in the style of a.