Using the only part of the ritual still available to him in the absence of a sponsor, the Emir asked, "Well, girl, what should I call you?"The respons...e startled him as the woman burst into song again with just a snatch of an aria from La Bohème and sang, "Si. Mi chiamano Lama."The Emir rose slowly, slipped off his clothes and just as slowly but firmly entered her vagina, thrusting in and out several times. Withdrawing he took the embroidered cloth from the Chief Eunuch and wiped his magnificent. .. early August," he tried, voice negligibly more stable than before. He rubbed the root of his nose, obviously struggling to keep his emotions from bursting. "Summer vacation—school vacation, anyway."She could hear him inhale deeply, hardly able to hold the air in his lungs. As she reached out to squeeze his hand he held the cigarette in, yet avoiding his gaze, his breathing somewhat calmed.*I was supposed to coach a karate lesson. Many students I teach are high schoolers. Most others have. I was going nuts. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him all the way into my mouth and down my throat. His balls hit my nose and I just reveled in the hot skin that was rubbing hard against me. His cock began to throb and suddenly hot cum shot into my throat. He was so deep I never tasted it at all until I pushed him back enough to get some of the remainder on my tongue. I had just swallowed cum for the second time, and loved it.Bill was still fingering my pussy and asshole, and I was close to. Why not be paid for it? My mind spins into a loop — a slut like me needs to be punished, a slut like me enjoys her punishment, enjoying my punishment makes me a slut, meaning I need to be punished… ‘When you wake up, Sarah, you won’t remember our time together this evening. In fact you will feel empowered by a new-found sense of your sexuality, with what you deep down…’ ‘…a slut.’ I finish his sentence with an overpowering sense of liberation. ‘Yes. Now go to sleep my slut. Your hot body needs.