There was no way she'd invent such a story, no animosity between her and the woman that would lead to a fictional charge of spying. But, it made no se...nse. What would someone learn by coming here? With a child, no less.He glanced behind him. Yaa was standing at the large window behind his work table. The girl never talked. Not to him, not to Harveen, who knew Kikker. He had not even heard her verbally reply to her mother's words, although she always obeyed. Maybe she couldn't speak. Or ... his. They had cramped from being kneeling for so long. Her throat had dried up and her mouth was not drooling any more.Click-Clack ... Click-ClackThe sound of heels on the wash-room floor awakened her completely. Cecilia felt a hand caressing her cheeks. Another hand pinched her right nipple.‘Unhh .. Augghh ... ‘ Cecilia moaned.‘Slave, my lovely slave.’ the voice said.This was the same voice as on the phone. The voice that had haunted her for the past year. Cecilia was overwhelmed to hear it in. I finally made it back to the beginning and the air jets shut off. My dress fell down over the hand rail and I was having trouble getting it down. I finally pulled my hands out of my dress sleeves and took it down. I put the dress over my forearm and slowly made my way out to the top of the stairs. I was actually tired … I had to really hold on tight the air was blowing so hard. "Hey, you didn't make it to the end. You want to try again?" The head guy asked me. "NOO! I don't think so," I. I look at the Sultan and see his robe has parted and his cock is hard and ready. His eyes are watching with anticipation. He dips his hand deeply into the oil and then pushes 4 fingers in and out of me. Twisting his wrist each time she plunges into me. I watch the Sultan pleasure himself while I'm fighting not to climax. He turns up the speed of the vibrator in my ass, massages my clit harder and continues to pump his fist in my pussy while he watches. As he glides past my G spot, I.