He put his hands around my back and was running his fingers over every crevice carefully. I put my hands around the back of his neck and kissed him ba...ck. We were like that for about a minute until he broke the kiss and looked at me. My face was red and I could feel it. Here I was standing in my bra and pants kissing a guy I just met yesterday. He laughed and looked back at me and looked like he was thinking the same thing. He kissed me again but this time with more passion than before. He ran. He revelled in the harem system, and he soon learned how enjoyable absolute power can be.The country, too, had taken to him. It indulged his little fancies, like having his mother in his harem, then selling her, then buying her back after her new Master had impregnated her. He had, after all, given the country what it wanted. He had now four principal sons, the Crown Prince, who was nine, his half-brother, Ali, four years younger, but who had been declared by the Emir third in line, and two. He pressed his head against her lips. As wet as she was, it was still a struggle to work the head past her pouty lips. The mixture of pleasure and pain was intense. It felt like he was forcing his fist into her, her mouth opened in a passionate, silent scream as the head passed into her. He eased inch after glorious inch into her hungry pussy. She was stretched so much, that her clit inverted, pointing down, it’s delicate surface gliding along the shaft with each never ending stroke. His cock. .. no, what he WOULD do to those men involved and the power I then held over them, if it wasn't for Jon, that is. He would certainly become a casualty for his role. I worried about him at their mercy at the base camp, and so did Jon. I saw fear cloud what was his usual happy, shining bright blue eyes.A commotion of the unknown, but quickly pictured scenario had erupted from down the hall. My uncle would be convincing his wife to take the young boy in her bed and make love to him. She would be.