This is an adventure.. . . oh.You are it’s hero.Oh.You are the hero of this adventure, and you are excited to be here. This is the most exciting exp...rience you have ever had in your entire life.. . . okay.Excited. And powerful. Did you know? That you are powerful?How am I powerful? I can’t move. I can’t scream. I’m about to be ****d. How is this powerful?What this poor man is doing is proof of your power.. . . what?Look at him.No, please, don’t make me—LOOK AT HIM.Laurie looked. A black man—so. Inside the bathroom there were some lit candles that were emanating the orange-cinnamon scent.Suddenly she saw me! Her cheeks got red! My dick was super strong by now and she saw my erection when she briefly looked at my pants. I wanted to get out the bathroom but my man instinct was very strong as I was super kinky. She dropped the dildo inside the tub and crossed her legs and her pussy got out of my sight. She put both of her hands on her tits and said Hello :-). I've answered but didn't know. Marianne waswearing a very smart light grey suit, straight skirt that accented herhips, just above the knee hem, cream colored silk blouse, short jacketwith slightly puffed shoulders, nude hose and two inch heels. Her hairhad been brushed out with two expertly placed jeweled barrettes holdingthe tonsorial confection in place. "Sit down, my dear. Sit Down, andwe'll have breakfast," urged the Emir. Omar had risen to his feet andheld the chair for Marianne. The girls head was swimming, this. ”We were chuckling as we hit the back door.During our Dad-made breakfast of pancakes and bacon that we all ate in the nude, Mom called for attention.“First, thank you, all of you, for last night. That was one of the best experiences of my life. Thanks for your efforts to satisfy my kinks. When Carol and I started down this road, I couldn’t imagine anything remotely like last night. Again, thanks.“Second, Charlie and I will be taking a ... sabbatical of sorts this weekend. We’ll be spending it.