. everagain. The brutes lived a life of torment and toil... could it get anyworse?Oh, yes!You see, in Arab palaces throughout the Middle East, princes...and otherwealthy men were entertained by the sexiest of women. In one of thesepalaces, there happened to be about a dozen women that were all boughtat once by the wealthy oil sheik. This sheik had a preference for whitewomen... who used to be men! That's right- the scantily clad dancerswho look like living Barbie dolls used to be the very same. All this activity resulted in me growing quite the bulge in my pants of which she did take notice.Soon we were off to the mall I was determined to make the shopping part of the evening a quick hit and I did. With gifts bought we headed out to my car in the parking structure she began to complain about her sex life and that her husband (2nd marriage) just couldn't meet her needs. She said that maybe she should just hire a gigolo. To which I replied, "No need for that I'll be your gigolo." She. It simply turns me on so much and James was turning me on again and again. I could feel my pussy twitch and started to drip as I moaned.“Getting horny, you little fucking slut?” James asked.“I bet her pussy’s wet already,” he told the guys in the front.“I’m sure it is.” Master replied.“Can’t wait to fuck that dripping sweet pussy of hers for the first time,” I heard Eric tell Master.“Soon, Eric, soon.”“Yeah, I need to cum deep down her throat first,” James said between moans and groans as I. We decided we’d cover ourselves and so I’ve pulled an hour’s guard after lunch – it’ll make for a long break. There’s been a bunch of kids around most of the day, it’s hard to tell which are from the orphanage and which are just from the village, though most of the kids in the orphanage have pats missing. They’ve all disappeared now, home for lunch I guess. No doubt we’ll be overrun with kids again later. This morning some of the kids took a couple of us on a tour of the local temple. It was.