.." I'm not planning on stopping," I said, "but, um, you could maybe let go?" I looked down; her gaze followed mine."Cazzo! I'm sorry!" She let go of ...e like my cock was scalding hot. "I promised myself I'd do better this time." She looked down, embarrassed, blushing. "I lose a bit of control when I cum. It's funny..." She bit her lip and whimpered "Oh God, oh God..." Another orgasm ripped its way through her.I traced light circles on her chest, letting her catch her breath for a moment.. Lucky that the girls were never told how bad it was or what might have happened.It was two more weeks before they moved me back home from Charleston. My thoughts the last few days there that they were going to 'release' me like some of the others that were vetted, but thankfully, no. Remember I said they now seemed to like me. Later I was told that they had called in everyone 'they trusted' for that weekend. April Fools Day was turned around on the 'Cowboys' I guess.When I was carried home to. . That's what it had almost immediately become. We were involved. We had a definite and wonderful connection. We laughed a lot. We talked interminably. About everything and about nothing at all. We just seemed to have the capacity to chat to each other with a freedom I had only ever known before with my mate Archie. We got to know one another intimately- not physically, although we did kiss a lot- but intellectually. We discussed who we were, what we were. What we wanted. Told each other all. After several months in the harem, and not a few nights with the Emir, Tamsin was fluent in Arabic and well versed in the bedroom arts, which she now enjoyed immensely, even the sodomy. She was quite used to the presence of eunuchs and bath girls, and had almost forgotten her Western dress, wearing the harem gown without a second thought. She knew that some of the women of the harem were often lent to important visitors, but this had never happened to her.When the Emir visited the harem she did.