... rather than beforced into it."Robert was still recovering from the shock of figure he saw on the bankdraft he was still holding in his hands and a... he heard her speak anydoubts he had about escaping disappeared, he would have to escape soonotherwise he would face weeks possibly months of this continuinghumiliation of being forced to dress and serve as a servant girl."I understand Madam," he lied."Now run along I wish to speak to Greta," she said waving her hand todismiss him as she withdrew. I want to kiss your perfect ass, my queen!Me (I slapped Anand teasingly): You better call me your ‘Mistress’.With some effort, my friend’s husband began to kiss my ass cheeks which I held high to make him earn his reward. I grabbed his hot cock and started stroking it casually to increase his pleasure.Me: I wonder why this cock can’t satisfy your wife? Don’t lick my asshole unless you are my dog.. (chuckled).Anand: I want to be your dog, my big booty mistress. Please let me worship this lovely. I couldn’t help it, Tiff. I hope you’ll forgive me and we can stay friends." I then told Tiffany I needed to take Mit home. "We can continue this conversation when I get back, if you’d like." Tiffany nodded. When I had to stop for a traffic light, I pulled Mit to me and passionately kissed her. "Mit Honey, nothing has changed. I still love you and want you to visit as often as you can. We can work everything out with Tiffany." The light turned green, I tweaked Mit’s left nipple, and drove. The third and room was devoid of any instruments, weapons, furniture, or even the ubiquitous whips. On the wall at the end of the corridor was a book-case apparently filled with the literature of torture. Few of the books were in English, but one that the Emir recognised dealt with the tortures used in the second World War, notably by the Germans.The fourth room was also empty. The Emir turned to the Chief Eunuch and asked the obvious question merely by raising one eyebrow."I understand, from.