Damn! The bar area was on the balcony, a quick pint then I would be on my way, another failed attempt under my belt but at least I could see what I w...s missing, girls gyrating on the dance floor, couples hugging and kissing in every nook and cranny but sadly no one for me. ‘Can we sit here?’ said a slight blonde in jeans and t-shirt, her mate similar in size but a brunette in tight shorts looked on waiting for my approval. ‘Yeah, no problem. I’m off in a few minutes.’ The girls slid into. Would she obey? Would the Emir want her? Would he want to allow it? His prick rose at the next thought; would he be allowed to watch?"Come on," urged Alima, "Be a sport." Princesses, you may tease me as much as you like. It is not my place to undertake such duties without the Emir's direct orders and I am sure you are aware of that." Aren't we pretty enough to tempt you?" asked Ayda."Certainly you are both very beautiful, but you are the Master's wives, and the matter ends there," he replied.He. There was fruit on the tray, four sections of whitish-orange jackfruit. I picked them up carefully, one at a time, sitting with my knees against my breasts, my chin in the valley between them. Television. I was going on television again, that was why they gave me fruit. I ate it slowly, rocking back and forth and staring at the wall.My first time had been very hard. I hadn't wanted to read the words and I'd refused. So they'd beaten me from the waist down with truncheons of rubber hose filled. ‘I’m not saying anything. It was a private conversation and I won’t say a word, whatever you do.’ She looked and sounded like the sulky brat of twelve months ago and I felt a tingle of anticipation run through me. ‘I warned you.’ I said quietly. ‘Bad girls get what they deserve.’ She shivered slightly and I saw goose flesh rising on her arms and breasts. We’d only played this game once, but she’d discovered that a part of her welcomed it and we’d talked for a long time finding out why. When she.