"I wonder what you really look like?" he asked."Much like this; I don't use many cosmetics," was the puzzled reply.The Emir sighed, "That was a polite...order to get your clothes off."Emma hesitated for only a moment, then started a slow striptease."Quickly," the Emir ordered.Emma shrugged mentally and stripped quickly, dropping her clothes on the floor. Then she stood with her arms at her side as he looked her up and down. Finally he waved the two girls forward."These are my bath girls," he said. “You seem to get enough pleasure from these already.” “No!” Mark quickly turned around and crawled in front of Brent. “Please! Give me your cock already, I can’t stand it!” Brent laughed derisively. “Well, you’ll have to prove it then.” He walked to the other side of the room, with Mark following him like a little dog. He sat down on an armchair casually, with his arms at his side and his legs splayed. “If you want it, you’re going to have to ride it yourself.” Mark had no objections; his. She slipped the mouth hole over the penis gag and it madethat even tighter."This is for your benefit slut. If you were able to watch what is goingto happen next, you would probably have a heart attack."She placed the hood over my head, and tightened the laces as tight asthey would go. I felt as if my ears were being squeezed through thesides of my head. I had trouble at first trying to breathe, but Ifinally relaxed and it became much easier."Mistress Carol, I know you have had practice, and. Tomiko closes the case and snaps the latches shut. Outside, the cold morning air kisses her breasts. Through the tank top’s thin fabric, her dark nipples harden to solid points. She gasps as the cold air assaults her panty-free pussy. Shrugging, she walks toward the rented Ford Taurus. Tomiko parks the car next to a low-slung cinder-block building with a flashing BUD sign on its roof. She goes inside. Purchasing the 9 mm Colt semiautomatic pistol from the less-than-honest gun show merchant is.