I went near and stood to face her. “Everybody is downstairs. Are you ok now?” she asked. “The staff is here.”“Only one and she is busy,” g...andma said. She slowly pulled my top up. I helped her by removing my top over my head and held it in my hands. “Good girl,” smiling at me. She took the top and threw it on the floor. She sat on the chair and placed her legs on the coffee table, stretching out.She then looked at me. I understood what she meant. I slowly unbuttoned my shorts and lowered them. I start yelling, what thehell. Sandy hands me another Jack and we down that one. Now, for thesake of time, basically while my brain is still shutting down; shetweezes my eyebrows, takes down my pony tail, mullet hair and appliesthe makeup. Then after curling my hair, she leads, me into her bedroom andstarts putting all kinds of crap on me. First, there was the corset, thefishnet stockings, the mini skirt, etc. Then she set me down on the bedand puts on the stiletto heels. During this makeover. "I want to see your face when you cum on my cock," he strokes himself a few times and speaks again. "Look at you, my little slut. Was the cock in your ass not enough?" I whimper. "Or are you a good girl, Kitten? Were you being good and not cumming until I said so?" I don't get a chance to answer before he is deep inside my pussy again. One leg is hooked at the knee over his arm and the other is locked tight around his waist. My leg is almost at my chest when I hear him whisper in my ear "Mmmm,. .. and eventually the sultan would swagger toward them, powerful and intent on having his way with his captured beauties. They never escaped. She didn't really want to; she knew.Every fantasy was similar. Jenni would struggle against her bonds while the sultan laughed, deep and menacing. While he ravaged her. His lips would bruise, his strong hands would hold her arms to the bed while he painstakingly undressed her, item by item, embarrassing her, exposing her to the night and the rest of the.