It just didn't seem much of a thing to her.In the monotonous life of the harem the unexpected arrival of a new woman was the cause of high excitement....Zeinab was surrounded by the younger girls all asking different questions about where she had come from, and had she been deflowered, and had it hurt, and who was she, and was it the Emir himself, and did the whip hurt, and why had she screamed."Silence," a female voice desperately seeking to impose its authority rang out across the room.Its. It was also addicting, he found that he had little tolerance for women that had difficulty in getting off. He loved working women up to the edge but if they couldn’t get up and over it, he lost interest in them quickly. As a boy, he himself could nut two, three and even on occasion, four times in a session with his sister. She on the other hand might cum a dozen times under his skilled tongue and fingers, certainly on his ever growing penis. By the time s*s moved out, he was fully developed in. First there is the matter of your punishment to attend to. Stand and remove your clothes," I say as I rub your smoldering slit. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you're certain I can hear it as I smile that knowing smile. You stand and begin to strip slowly so that you will present as pleasing to Me. I take a seat in My chair and watch your little show saying nothing, but My smile praises your manner of presentation. "Good," I say, "Now can you tell me why I'm going to forgo my pleasure. . that it's all I ever want to be.I press one finger into my tight, hot pussy, already longing for you in ways that I've never desired another and I wonder about tonight, about the future,?about how and where you will touch me, about what will become of me. Closing my eyes, I run my fingers from shoulder to breast, imagining your hands on me, your fingers grazing my nipples and sliding down my abdomen, always your voice in my head, "You're mine. You’re only mine," and I know that I am, but will.