The scene remained the same for another ten minutes or so, the man absorbed in taking his pleasure, the girl absorbed in her thoughts -- seemingly not...repulsed by the activity but not exactly participating in it either. Every so often the man would stop to get his breath. He would lower himself down onto her as if his arms needed a rest from supporting him. He would kiss her face or nuzzle into her neck, a hand would reach underneath him to squeeze a breast or pull at a nipple, or reach behind. Finally they pulled his teeth. It seemed a mercy when he was strangled.The Chief Eunuch then whipped Ernesto until he could no longer be roused from unconsciousness. After that he was left to his own devices with the instruments used on Rashid al-Ghazali in full view. Lack of food, but not of water, and the fear of the tortures to come played havoc with his mind, as the Chief Eunuch knew they would. Finally he was dragged into the presence of the Emir, who was a little shocked at the change. Sucking greedily, you are lapping with your tongue, as he inserts one big finger at a time into your wet and willing mouth."You are such a good slut," he chuckles. "I knew you would love being a whore." Still glaring at him questioningly, your mind races as you attempt placing his face again. However the only answer you obtain is his hands digging into your hips as he tugs your ass to the edge of the mattress. By now his engorged erection rams deep into your wet cunt.Embarrassed, you feel. “Well I dunno, some maybe but I know you wouldn’t want to…” I cut him off, “you might be surprised with what I want to do.” I said. He looked at me to see if I was being serious. When I gave him my small assuring smile he knew I was.“Well what would you want to do?” he asked. I took his throbbing cock in my hand. He was rock hard, precum already seeping out of his cock head. I slid down farther along his body, pulling his boxers down and putting the tip of his cock in my mouth, I licked his.