. I ... I thought I was going to, um ... train them ... or something..." I was stammering my words slowly, trying to understand if he was serious or j...st pulling my leg."Train them?" the man laughed. "They're as trained as I need 'em, bitch. You're the one needs training and we're starting right now. Clothes off. Now."It was a command and I swallowed hard, wondering how I'd ended up in this mess, pretending I was some wacko's dog. But what was I going to do? I couldn't say no, or walk away, or. I came in them immediately. As soon as I calmed down, I had a crazy idea pop into my head. I pulled off the stinky cummy panties, pulled on my sweatpants, and carried the messy panties back too the laundry room.I carefully laid them on the shelf, with the wettest nastiest area facing out. If the owner wanted them to be used in such a way there would be absolutely no doubt they were enjoyed. Just for giggles I swung by the laundry room an hour later, and sure enough, they were gone.The fact. Ha," she replied.The Chief Eunuch, who was never far away when the Emir wandered in his harem, had a whip in his hand at this insolence, but was waved away."I'm going hunting tomorrow, and I though you might enjoy participating," the Emir said."Hunting? What on earth do you hunt, here?" the girl asked, intrigued, "Lions? If you're serious and I have a choice, yes, I'll join you. Anything to get out of this place, even if it's only for an hour or two." Actually, we hunt women and tomorrow you. About the time we were all getting relaxed in our chairs, out onto the deck walked Roz, in what I could only call ‘Daisy Dukes’ and a half shirt I could only describe as barely enough material to cover her chest. Roz seemed not to care that all four of the boys, my son included, had all but forgotten the conversation they were just having. They just watched her cross the deck and sit down on a chair next to mine with looks of pure lust! ‘Jeremy! Get you Aunt (I drew out this part), a cold beer.