I clearly remember observing that Mike's cock seemed about the same size as Bill's.I watched his cum shot out onto the table. It was only when Beth di...engaged from his ass with a loud pop that I made my presence known.I watched in fascination at the way Mike's rectum remained open after Beth's withdrawal. That's when I came — loudly - my knees buckling beneath me sliding into a heap on the floor.I returned home - clothes in hand, cum splattered breasts, and whip marks across my ass. Bill was. "Oh, yes," said the Emir, "Nice food, and a nice place to live. There is my hunting. Did you know that we hunt here, in the full hunting pink, with hounds?" No, Sir. That was an aspect of life in Kobekistan which had escaped my notice. I knew, of course, that the highest order of chivalry here is the Royal Huntsmen, but I never realised that there was a hunt." Oh, yes. A very fine sight these local dignitaries make in English hunting pink on fine horses. The only way you would know it wasn't. Bang! The whole tube exploded! We froze. It had gone everywhere, even spots on the ceiling and on a glazed print. Oh my God, we laughed, as we both had chocolate all over, looking like mud wrestlers. I reached for tissues, as we giggled trying not to make things worse. We managed to clean the bed, walls, carpet, and ceiling but figured we had better shower before anything else happened. All this time she had been apologising profusely, which I said was ridiculous as it had been me opening the. .."--- "Don't worry, I know it's hard to express."--- "I'm theirs." --- she said, suddenly more sure of herself --- "They *own* me."There was nothing Lilly would understand more. --- "OK. So listen ..." --- said Lilly.She proceeded to explain that there will be a raid in the next two days, and she cannot allow for her owners to get arrested. The girl explained that the barn is on a different property, owned by some non-existent entity, and her owner George is mainly keeping it running in case.