Arms and legs bound. Scotch tape went quickly back around her breasts, the clothespins resumed their position, and I stuffed her panties into her mout...h.Then Viktor got nasty. ”We will now take some pictures to show your friends what kind of a slut you are.”And then... Then I saw fear. Real fear. Not the kind of ”I know it’s a game and I’m a but afraid but I like it”, the other one. And it broke my heart. Sex lives are, for me, deeply private - especially if you like what ”normals” call kinky. I. They will be witnesses to this ceremonial."Curiosity got the better of good sense again and Fatima asked, "Do you do every girl in the land?" No, of course not," snapped the Emir, "I'd never be finished. Only the most influential of fathers can arrange this; it is a big privilege for the girl and her husband. It would be an even bigger one if I came in her, but these families aren't that important."Fatima was utterly bemused at this totally incomprehensible set of values. Men preferring someone. When I picked up Nikki she was wearing a nice spring button down the front dress. It was tight around her full breasts and her nipples poked thru from time to time. The bottom part of her dress was a real nice and wavy, it came down to about six inches above her knees. At almost every turn it would fly up and show off her pink panties. To say the least Nikki was a bit of a show off and had the body to do it. On the way there we made small talk about how warm it was and real clear sailing. I. “No, that’s fine. Come in,” I responded. He stepped into the booth and locked the door behind him. I turned to watch the video when he spoke again. “Would you like a blowjob?” “Okay,” I said, very surprised. My friend and I had sucked each other a little but had never come. The idea got me hard, and quickly. By the time he’d unfastened my jeans my cock was ready and launched itself out of my underwear. He leaned down and started to suck, slowly letting the head push through his lips and deep.