Back in Mike's workshop he had uploaded all the monitoring data from the 3 thigh strap computers, and was building up on-screen a three dimensional in...ernal picture of Gemma's cunt from the temperature and moisture readings. He could clearly observe each time she had climaxed and which programmed stimulations caused it. Mike had stored the discarded the three mk2 devices in a plastic bag after the girls left which Pam found and easily identified which had been worn by each girl from the taste. Touching the youngest woman on the shoulder with one foot, he asked, "And who might you be?"Without rising, or even looking up she replied, "Your Magnificence, may you live for ever. I am the youngest wife of the Ambassador. My name is Yara, if it pleases Your Magnificence."The Emir picked up the riding crop which was on the dressing table and administered a sharp cut to the buttocks of each of the older women. He was pleased that neither of them made any sound at all."All three of you may. After she was left without her gear, a priest was pushed forward. She didn't know the man personally, but he had been present when Bishop Nathaniel had given her the title. She could see the despair in his eyes and knew he was against what was about to happen. She gave him a soft smile and whispered, "I forgive you." His shoulders slumped and his eyes looked pained, but he gave her a slow nod and reached out his palm and placed it on her forehead. The words he spoke were in an ancient language. Sarah was messy, she always left her clothes around but this time her nighty and satin knickers were on the counter top. The knickers were a golden yellow colour, bright and shiny under the light. But what made her pause was the fact they had a big wet patch in the middle of them. Before she knew what she was doing her hand reached out. They were cold and all she could think of was that Sarah had these on making love and it was her juices on the material. She touched the wet patch and felt.