The moans and grunts were coming from an adjacent room. A brick wall with a stone grill built into it separated the storage room from another storage ...area that was much smaller. Here Younos saw what he sought – the source of the sounds. It was Mediha, the eldest progeny of the Sultan and the Sultana. There was no mistaking her twenty two year old body, or her long, oval face, or her dusky skin and her jet black hair. She was buxom, curvy, thick – and very desirable. Right now the one desiring. I spend some time when I should have been applying for jobs, emailing Timmy and Sarah. I started writing stories for them too. I spend time reading more and more varied erotica. Those are where I get ideas for ways to make my stories even better. And my stories spread. Not only do Timmy and Sarah enjoy them immensely, they share them with others on the special site we have, and soon, my stories have a huge mailing list of subscribers. I will tell you more about that later. At this point, it. Yeah, that’s it,” I laughed to myself. I am not counting the mountain of little things, like coming home from the girl’s night out and heading right for the shower, every time she went out. Also, having a reoccurring severe headache whenever it looked like I might want to get intimate got a little telling after three fucking months. Believe me when I say, I did overlook things at first. I did not want to be that controlling, suspicious husband that makes his wife account for every minute of her. ?Why isn’t your hole tight bitch? You should obey me in your punishment at least!? He first took a whip and struck my sore ass as i screamed and cried. Then He moved on, and struck my tits, and at last my pussy. i was screaming and crying, but it actually distracted me from the hell burning in my ass. He too, obviously, noticed that, so he stopped whipping me, refilled my pussy with ice and held my butt chicks close together, so it would hurt even more. i came from this again exploding in front.