She was on her haunches. Her top was off and in my hands, and her boobs were on display. A distance away I spied some movement. I slowly turned my hea... and saw that it was a young village woman, with some sort of a basket on her head, walking towards us a couple of hundred meters away. I thought about warning Bela, but then decided to stay silent and see what would happen.Bela kept working on my dick and the woman kept coming closer. About fifty meters away from us, the woman finally saw us,. When Patrick shifted to kneel between her knees, she grasped his intent immediately, and tilted her hips upward to him. When the trickle of cold wine hit her clitoris, she made a wordless keening noise, her eyes screwed tight shut. As the fluid flowed down and between her labia, it rose to a squeal, and then a string of expletives, as he drank from her. ‘Christ, Oh, Christ, Ohhhh’ He made (started) to pour again. She stopped him ‘No, not that. It’s a bit too much….don’t make me come just yet.’. It was soon made clear to the Chief Eunuch that it was not intended to be a sexual session and nobody needed to be sucking or playing with the Emir's penis during this meal; moreover the whipping frame would not be needed. The women were as perplexed as the eunuchs by this disturbing turn of events. Why would the Emir visit his harem if not for sex or punishment?Nevertheless the women relaxed a little as the Emir seemed to be enjoying eating with them. For his own part, David was quite relaxed. There we stood, in front of a full-length dressing mirror. We were dripping water and soap - my cock still at attention. I asked her if she'd taken a good look at her body, and acknowledged her Rubenesque beauty. She looked down, as though ashamed, and said "I try not to look at myself, because I'm so heavy!" Linda, let's take inventory of your great BBW self. I guided her to the mirror - standing very closely to it. We started at the head, and worked to her feet. I described and touched every.