"Helen looked grave but, Grace de Messembry swivelled back toaddress herself to David again, she gave him a slight smiling nodof encouragement, of war...ning perhaps. "You may be right Grace, but she has had a rather traumatic time oflate and it may well just be an unconscious reaction to all theexcitement. Is that not so Sophie dear?" Yes Miss Helen. I do try to be positive Miss Grace. Really. To beas feminine as you require, to be all that I promised." Sophie dear, it is not a question of being. She took it out of my pants and began to masturbate me. I was surprised, and of course let things progress without interruption.After about a minutes of gentle jerks and squeezing Maggie released my dick long enough to pull her own pants off; exposing her lovely white ass too my view. And yes, by then Maggie knew I was awake.She turned her back to me and began rubbing her ass against my cock. With her first low moan of satisfaction, I held her ass and guided my cock into her warm, wet pussy.. "He leaned down and removed the gag. "Where am I?" Samantha croaked.He smiled. "Just relax, miss. His Highness wants to see you."She gasped, "His Highness?"The small man bowed. "His Royal Highness, the Sultan of Al Banyan, Rashid al Abdul-lan."Oh, God! A harem! Samantha thought in terror."I'm in a harem?"The man chuckled. "No, miss. You are to be the sultan's mistress. A very high honor, I must say." Who are you?" Servant to the sultan, my name is Malik. And it is my duty to see that you are. As she browsed profiles she came a crossed one that said “I'm looking for a new secretary that doesn't mind mixing business with pleasure. She should be submissive and not mind bending over my desk for a spanking and some fun.”Cookie couldn’t get that profile out of her head. She wondered if she should send a resume, a list of Doms to contact for her over submissive nature, or just an email, so she sent this “hello, how was your day? My day was good, busy as usual. I have read 50 Shades of Grey.