Standing perhaps a foot and a half high, each of the twelve Roman columned pedestals was topped by a small platform just large enough for a person to ...tand upon. The pedestals were empty at the moment awaiting their exhibits. Although there were a few scattered works of art on the walls, Ebonita searched vainly for an art exhibit of any kind.The third thing to catch her attention were the pets. Standing in subdued obedience behind or to the side of each of the collectors were some of the most. Then he shifted into a striking stance, and flicked his whip on the top of one thigh, then the other, his body language clearly telling me he was just assessing distance and angles. And the height was really awkward. Without missing a beat, he hopped down, shoved the box out of his way, then stepped back between my outstretched legs, carefully positioning himself so his right shoulder was the proper distance from my sex, and centered between my thighs. He took a long, deep breath and slowly. But not long after, we immigrated to America. We lied to the U.S. Government, claiming I was the only wife. Once in the states, I gave birth to Sa’dia, then a year later Ranya had Ayesha, followed by me having the twins, Basima and Naila. As the years went by, Ranya and I drifted away from our husband, but remained trapped by custom and religion.But now I would free us. My futa-cock would make my sister-wife and our daughters into my women. My harem of beautiful, seductive, Arabic women. All. Scunthorpe shook her long hair around her neck, and swung the Flagrum viciously. ?Five times across my cock and balls until they were? a bloody, limp mess...and then of course Ms. Scunthorpe cleaned them off with Witch Hazel and locked me back in the chastity device!?Of course I left her home, weeping bitterly...my ass and crotch were on fire, and my cock was lengthening AGAIN, because cute high school girls were passing the house, and I had still not cum! ?But this was how Ms. Scunthorpe would.