He ... wanted to gamble, to be honest. He wanted to get permission from my father, who gave him some necessary diplomatic paperwork marking as some ki...d of liaison to placate the U.S. State Department. My ... uncle was basically on a fancy holiday, but don’t tell anyone. My ... father sent me with him ... to more or less discourage him from having ... too much fun. Something that my uncle resented, of course, and he took it out on me ever since.“My own motive was to ... live a little myself, of. We had all been out together a few times and been to a few parties, dinner parties and so on together. ‘You know Lana?’, ‘Yes’, I replied. ‘She fancies you, you know. She doesn’t know about us, but she keeps saying that I should fuck you. If only she knew!’ I told her that I had kind of guessed that Lana was interested, but I didn’t want to upset her (Azma) by taking it further. She said it was OK, she was married, she didn’t mind who else I fucked because we were never likely to become a. Ken knew that the belt itself had sharp studs which pressed into her tender flesh (the whip marks were still very evident on her body and he knew her cunt was on fire) and it was holding two very thick dildos deep inside her. Her arms were behind her in a binder, elbows forced together and encased in soft leather. She also had a ring gag in her mouth, rather than the penis gag."Come," said Lea, "Let us sit and discuss things before we see to the slave."They walked over to a set of couches and. ————————————————————————————————————————————————- It was at 7.15 the next morning that Lauren finally gave in and hauled herself out of bed to turn off her alarm clock. As she moved, she recalled the dream she had had during the night: it had been a replay of her date with James the previous evening, although her mind kept jumping to the bit where they both kissed. Bringing herself back to the real world, she felt a wet sensation between her legs when her pyjama bottoms rubbed against her.