At the end of each line, two female guards, dark in complexion with flowing dark hair, stood over the slaves with whips. And at the end of the carpet... overseeing what seemed to be not only the slaves and their guards, but the warriors themselves, stood Ahcetok, the Mortal Goddess of War, Areem’s right hand woman.Ahcetok watched the procession in front of her with detached amusement. Three hundred warriors, cocks spent and flaccid. Twenty Nubian slaves on their knees slurping up their cum,. Not much of a surprise that working all day was not as easy as I hadhoped. My mind was very much distracted thinking of all the positionsI could have put him in, the positions I would eventually put him in.I had to take frequent breaks to get my mind out of the gutter, andprevent myself from ruining a perfectly fine pair of panties.It was my turn to make dinner, and I did. It was sitting on the tablewhen he walked in, he leaned over and kissed me, then asked how my daywas. I told him about. Thompson, I will now be taking you to the hotel." Angel said with a friendly smile. Suddenly, Bryan piped up. "Dad, can I sit up front with Angel?" He said with a hopeful look. Bryan called me dad again! "Do you mind Angel?" I asked the limo driver. "I would love the company, you can sit shotgun up front with me Chico." Angel beamed as he backed out of the way so Bryan could climb out of the back. Angel said with a smile as he closed the door sealing me in the back. I swore I saw him adjust. I've experienced all my other fantasies, numerous times & helped others live theirs too. I know fantasies can never be perfect, especially when involving other imperfect human beings, nothing can ever match what's in our heads, no matter how good we describe it or how hard we try to match it. The best we can do is come as close as possible, and to enjoy what we can get from the experience. If more go into it with that attitude, it's likely to be a great event.My fantasy may never be able to be.