The Emir sighed."I asked you if the matter of counting the strokes was clear? You will now have six strokes; the extra three for not replying. Now, is...that clear?" Yes," she mumbled."Yes what?" Yes I understand," she snapped."Very well, nine strokes it is then. Three more for lack of respect in your answer, which should have been 'Yes, Master'." But..." But nothing. A slave does not say 'but' to her master. Do you want to continue incur more strokes? I think not. Now, may we continue without. “I want full access, because on the way back, I’m going to give you a blow job until we arrive at the caravan,” she answered hoarsely. “It’s five miles, what if I ejaculate?” “Then come in my mouth,” she said in such a matter of fact way that I almost didn’t believe it. It was such a long time since that had happened, I nearly came on the spot. We reached the car. “A-ah!” she said as I went to climb into the driving seat. “Take off your jeans, I want unrestricted access – and your pants,. “Also, what slaves?!”“Go to the bath house, she’ll tell you.” He said turning the corner.“You’re not coming anywhere near my cock again!” He yelled to a room full of snakes and zero managers.It took him some time, but he managed to find the bath house again. Suzi was sitting lazily in one of the hot tubs. He took off his smock and got in next to her.“Hey, you left without saying goodbye.” He said with a smirk.“Get used to it.” She said without looking up at him.He turned to face her, and his. The way the room was set up, the door to the closet was in full view of where I was standing, and it was this door that opened, and Veronica stepped through, still spinning the virtues of the apartment. “And you can see here that the closet and the bathroom are also connected, which I personally find very convenient ….” She came to an abrupt halt, both movement and speech, when she saw me standing there with my Johnson in my hand, taking a leak. There was no way I was stopping mid-stream.