We followed the Emir's daughter into the lounge. She flopped down on one of the enormous couches.Sarah was standing at the far end of the lounge. The ...pillory had been brought up from the dungeon and Sarah was locked helplessly in it. "I need to keep an eye on this one," Lauren said. Poor Sarah was bent forward with her head sticking through the central hole of the pillory, her wrists trapped in the holes to either side. In her left hand she held a heavy leather paddle, in her right a many. I always wondered if women could understand what I say when I write on their clits. Not consciously, but subconsciously. Even if they do, I now had a much more direct line to my wife’s subconscious, so I didn’t really worry about it. I-A-M-G-O-I-N-G-T-O-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U-R-A-S-S-H-O-L-E, I carved into her clit with the tip of my tongue. I licked her pussy again. Almost like a return key. ‘Ugh…’ my wife groaned. I-A-M-G-O-I-N-G-T-O-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U-R-S-I-S-T-E-R, I wrote. Her knees tried to clench. ” I would like to be her bitch.“Dismount,” the brunette guard commanded, “You will get your turn.” The brunette guard went behind me and put her fingers up my ass. She seemed to be taking the longest time before she pulled out her finger. I have to admit that I enjoyed it. They noticed that my cock was getting harder. I was ordered to walk to the next room. There was a redheaded guard with a water hose. I was ordered to stand as she hosed me down and then turn around as she hosed me. I was. Charlie was sweet and loving and devoted and sensitive, always gentle, more dedicated to her pleasure than his own, and a sensational lover--but he planned to become an actor, and he was always broke. She knew that she would always be loved if she married him, but--secure? That was another question. He had taught her how to love, and how to make love, and that she was beautiful and special and sexy. She knew that she could get another guy without much effort. Whether it was cold or not, whether.