“Spread your legs wider and pull your panties to one side.” A few minutes later she wrote back, “Yes dear.” I asked her if she was turned on...and she stated ,”Oh yes. I am so wet!” She said she was having problems typing but I told not to worry about that. Then I told her to slide one finger into her hot, wet pussy. “Does the guy see you?” I asked. “Yes dear!” Was the response. She stated she was very horny and would do anything I asked.I asked what he was doing and she said he was. This would reveal a naked more-or-less beautiful young woman, usually a concubine of whom the Emir had tired, but occasionally a slave bought specifically for the purpose. The 'kill' consisted of any hunter who felt so inclined making use of any orifice he fancied for as long as he chose. When all had been satisfied in order of arrival at the kill, then the woman was returned to the harem from which she had come, sometimes to be brought back to fitness for another hunt, but usually to be. When she came to a river, she removed all of her clothes, and dipped into it to bathe. Surely, so long as she kept moving, it should count as running. After she bathed, and dried by the cold air of night, she hopped around on a leg, until she was dressed. She tackled, and rolled, and moved as she pulled her hose into place, and then her dress over her head. Nausea ran, for years. She ran, and ran, and by whatever mystical powers the gypsy hand granted to her, she never needed sleep. She ate, as. His cock was ready for the second trip inside my cunt. I don’t know how many times we fucked. Each time the pleasure was more than the previous time. He made to ride on him and fuck.I liked the experience. Moving forward and backwards, up and down, I reached my orgasm sooner. After the whole night fucking we both were tired. But we cannot sleep. I have to prepare tea and breakfast and noon lunch for my parents. I got up and dumped the whole soiled clothes for washing. It was all full of fluids.