All she did now was to press a little button just to the left of the toilet bowl which flushed the bowl and released a douching stream of water from j...st under the rim of the toilet seat. That lovely warm water sprayed up into all her female equipment parked just over the top of that toilet. Everyone down on the ground could see that water squirt up and splash all around Vanessa’s butt hole, her vagina, her pussy lips and her clitoris. It really was one great show and everyone was just loving. He knew his cock couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to bring this creature what it needed, it needed feminine pleasure, using its many appendages drag every iota of pleasure from its cohort of lovers.He moved onto his knees, leaning forward as his now huge full soft breasts rested on the cool stone of the floor.He arched his back and let his face press into the cool stone, reaching behind him to dig his fingers into each plush cheek of his thick, now pillowy rear, parting them.“P-please!”Now, the. The men, to be sure, were mostly of Arab appearance but that was to be expected in this country. They were mounted on superb horses, but that too was to be expected, since their forebears had been nomadic and were experts in breeding fine horseflesh. The costumes were perfect fitting, absolutely correct pink, but Kobekistan was a rich country and the outfits were mostly made in Saville Row.The first surprise was the hounds. They were hounds, it is true, but not foxhounds; the Emir's kennels. He had for many years suffered with premature ejaculation and needed a solution. He also had regular fantasies about being dominated by a woman, and had assumed the two were related. He hoped that his idea of a session with a Domme would provide an answer to his problem.She looked at him and smiled, he nodded in response they then descended the staircase together. As they neared the bottom, she slowed down, ensuring that he stepped onto the bottom stair first. ?Mark? she called as his foot.