She was strapped face-up to an ornate wooden table,with a small, crank-operated. funnel-topped machine mounted above her face thatappeared to be forci...g food into her mouth. Apparently her special diet wasrequired of her, rather than by her."Of course, while her body develops the girl is also schooled in all the artsof the harem..."The voice continued but Mark was distracted by a bustle of activity as several visitorsleft the crowded tent, the music having stopped. Some spoke glowingly of. Conjuring up his best John Wayne impression, he said, "Well, pilgrim. A man who can't look himself in the eye when he makes a decision ain't really much of a man."He lowered his head and laughed at himself. He could certainly be melodramatic when he put his mind to it.With fresh resolve, Thule turned back towards the bedroom. He had thought he was done with crazy women. But Marigold had the potential to be as bugfuck bonkers as Maya in her own, special way. Looking at her gave him pause. His. "Oh George!!" She says. She wraps him in her arms and kisses him on the cheek."Do you know why your mum was so upset?" Cos they were her clothes?" He is feeling confused now. He thought that he was going to be punished. "Only partly. Do you know whose clothes these are?" Are they your clothes?" No" She says. They sit on the bed side by side and peer into the wardrobe."No they are not mine. They are your Dad's" My Dad wears womens clothes?" Yes. he does!!"George stands and moves to the wardrobe. I feel your body relax, I kiss your pussy and you give me a soft little purr.The pinwheel is back to your pussy, it is being rolled over your pussy lips, and you are getting use to the sensation and in fact are moving your hips with the motion of the wheel. I love the little dimples it leaves on your pussy lips as I run it on them. I watch as I see more of your juices begin to seep from your pussy, I want to see more so I use one hand to spread your lips.You have a nice pool of pussy juice at.