She held it in her hand for the first time, feeling its girth, its warmth, as she had fantasied so many times before. She lowered her lips to the blui...h-pink crown of his shaft and kissed it, laved it with her tongue, exploring the underside and its nuances.Mason looked down and said it felt good. He had never imagined that such a sensation could come to his prized possession, an out-of-this-world sensation, a pleasure unlike any other. This was her cue to get more intimate with his sex. She. With over fifty other women in his harem he was not short of alternatives.The Emir visited when the little prince was three days old and his mother was breast feeding him. He watched this process with some interest and not a little pride."You know," he said, "Some of my predecessors used to keep women in milk just so that they could have it to drink themselves." Would you like to try it?" asked Maryam, quietly."Oh, I couldn't deprive the little Crown Prince to be," the Emir said gravely,. Jameson entered the examination room with Rufus.Amelia immediately knelt. “Rufus! Look at you!” She held her arms open and Rufus woofed, wagged his tail and dashed, knocking Amelia onto her butt, bright laughter making both Dr. Jameson and me smile.Rufus wore some strange opaque white cone around his neck that reminded me of His Master’s Voice gramophone logo, except with the dog’s head poking through the sound cone. Giggles erupted as Rufus washed Amelia’s face.I looked at Dr. Jameson. He. Both evenings were magic, and I ended the second with a passionate kiss melting into your embrace. But as fate would have it you had to return home for work. You told me that we could email each other regularly, and that since our little meetings had gone so well, maybe you would send me a few things to wear, so I had better get a post office box, in order to receive the things that you would be sending me. The first thing to arrive in my PO Box was a significantly larger buttplug. I examined.