"Her voice tailed off, overwhelmed by the prospect of being in a harem."Don't knock it before you know the full story," advised Ayda, "There are a lot...of good points to this way of life. Do you understand the phrase 'making ends meet'? Well I did until I came here. Now I want for nothing. Sharing a husband seems natural after a while, and life here is luxurious. Let me show you what I mean. What would you like to eat?" What is on offer?" asked Charlotte, intrigued despite her fears and. She protested and struggled against the restraints. But she knew that the pictures were for her and him. No faces, just body shots of her…like this. Tied up, breasts tied and clamped. Covered in red welts. His submissive woman.She lay there her wrists and ankles hurting now and her breasts pulsing away trussed up. She heard him fetch something and walk to the bedside. He rubbed something on her cheek. It was plastic, soft but firm. It was also warm as he had had it in warm water so it was more. About that time Jennifer interrupted us, saying that we are all going to my house.We got into my car and I drove to our home. When we entered we found the whole family awake, and Dad was on the phone."Sid, hold tight for some news. I hope you don't have a heart condition. God, Sid, we found Jennifer! She lives right in our town and we've never even met. She has a 15 year old daughter whom my son is dating. Here they come, talk to her but make it short. We don't have any of the details yet.. You come very quickly, stifling your cries partly by burying your head into my shoulder, and biting against my shoulder, the rush so intense that you droop against me.I turn you so that your hands are against the wall, and you open your legs, bending over at your waist so that I can slide into you from behind.My cock goes in as deep as it can. As we begin to fuck more frantically, it becomes impossible to separate the rocking of the loo and the movement of the train from my thrusts as we go.