There are sheets and blankets and pillows, so go grab them and we'll get the couch made up into your bed. Tiff, you of course get the guestroom." But ...immy's suitcase is also in there," she countered, "so he should sleep in that room, too." No," I settled the dissension, "wrong."Jimmy was on his feet to get to the closet of his despair when Tiffany stopped him with a tap. "Don't worry," she told him well loud enough for me to hear, "if you don't wind up in the bed, I'll come hunt you down on. The servant, named Xiao Que, walked over to meand slapped me hard across the face. I nearly dropped the tea cup but knewbetter. Her mistress said that usually her servants would get 50 strokes forsuch an offence but that my punishment will just be added to my training laterin the week. She drank the tea and sent me on to the other concubines. I didthe same for them but with slightly less drama. Although, I came to find that thesecond concubine has more say in the household than the Wife does,. How and why did this excite me so much? I thought about how wrong it was to stand there and watch. At that moment I didn't care. The excitement took over and the fact that it felt so wrong seemed to excite me even more. With the moans and groans ringing though my ears, I reached down and slipped my hand inside my little panties. My heart still pounding and my body still shaking uncontrollably, I began rubbing my little pussy. I couldn’t believe how excited I had been. I closed my eyes. Eventually, I maneuvered Sally up onto the deck, splayed her shapely gams, and hunkered down to nuzzle her thick forest of brown pubic fur. When I wormed two fingers into her gash, and swept my tongue across her swollen clit, Sally went totally insane. Grabbing hold of my short, dark curls, she humped her velvety loins at my searching lips like she was making up for lost time. The bitch nearly drowned me in cunt syrup! By the time she slapped her trembling thighs against my bobbing head and.