They call me ‘Johnny Tin Ear’. Do you like the music?” he asked. There was classical music, actually an opera, playing but rather more loudly no... than when we had entered.“Yes, it’s all right, just a bit loud,” I answered.“That’s Verdi’s La Traviata, and it’s loud because the Family’s had a lot of trouble with people recording our conversations. I’m determined to avoid that,” he told us.“Are you the new Don?” Jill asked from beside me.“Technically Frank Guarraci is still the Don, but the Feds. She just threatened Vic herself. “If I ever catch you playing with yourself in front of me, I'll beat the shit out of you myself. Is that clear, you little fucking weirdo?” she said, then pushed him back so hard, he landed on his ass on the ground.He was so scared he could barely speak. Yet, he did. “Yeah, it's . . . it’s clear!" he said while staring up at her and her long beautiful legs, knowing for sure he'd never get his dick between them no matter what he did. The girl was sure to be. What I didn't know was that the Princess was not allowed to have male slaves and hence I was to live as a female slave in her harem. Part-II Another Arab beauty called Rohana, who introduced herself as the head slave came and unchained my feet. Then using the chain linked to my wrists chained in front of me she led me to the slave quarters. Here my transformation began. I was bound to a chair and another lady began painting my nails. She painted my fingernails and toe nails a bright red color.. I had it in my mind that I and Kim were going to fuck the whole day while Tim was at work. I waited till Tim left at the same time always and then another ten minutes to talk myself out of it, but only thing I remember was wanting Kim and how she gave me a deep throat blow job and then seeing her naked, I made my mind up that I had to risk it and see if she was just playing a game or did she really wanted to fuck me. Its time to do or die, so I went over to Kim, knocked on the door and she.