" A serving girl bumped into one of my eunuchs so he gave her a slash with his whip. Then her Highness intervened."Turning to Kaitlin the Emir said, "... don't understand what the fuss is about. It was all the girl's fault and she can expect to be punished for it." But I saw it. She stumbled and it was an accident that she bumped into the eunuch." Then she should have been more careful. A taste of the whip will improve her concentration no end."He waved the Chief Eunuch away and asked, "Have you. Presently she wore a black, knee-length, cotton blend dress, with plain black stockings and low-heeled pumps. The bodice had a conservative neckline, and she wore a white blouse underneath, with a small white apron. This looked differed from her usual attire only in its conservative nature, not in its overall look. Typically, the dress was an extremely short black satin number with a flared skirt and a very low cut, U-shaped neckline. No blouse was worn, and her breasts and cleavage were on. I walked a while more into a sparsely populated area near a farm. I tookoff the sweatshirt and let the rain spatter my chest and back. This feltawesome. A few minutes later I dropped off my sneakers and dropped my pantsto my ankles. I sat in the middle of the street, rain streaming off of mybody and dripping off the end of my rock hard cock.I began to stroke my wet member, remembering how it felt now, it was alittle bit better when dry, but I was on a mission, to splatter my jizzwherever I. ‘I’d kiss you, but I can see your mother staring at us from the living room window. I don’t think she’s ready for that.’ Desiree smiled and said you’re welcome as she climbed down from his truck. She walked toward the house forcing herself not to look back. Before she could touch her hand to the knob, her mother swung the front door open and was staring at her with a smug smile on her face. ‘So…’ her mother asked her, arms folded across her chest. ‘What happened?’ Desiree sidestepped her mother.