I watched from an armchair and was amused how similar their posture was. Straight back, legs closed demurely, hands folded in lap…yes, the signs wer...e all here. Elena would fit right in. ‘Why are you wearing a French maid’s outfit? It seems a little…cliché. Not to mention risqué.’ Even I took notice. Himeko’s normally boring skirt and blouse was replaced by a more…lacy affair. A black blouse and skirt were contained in a white lace apron piece, which seemed to stop under her breasts, lifting and. At noon the sheik rode by on his horse accompanied by his mistress , Farah.Farah looked down on the chained blonde as she labored under the lash of the slavedriver and said :« Shiek Omar, I need a small a****l to turn the treadmill which powers my river craft. Will you giveme this slut as a gift ? I assure you I will not be gentle with her .She will work on the open deck of my craft under the whip laid on by my trusted slave girls who Inotice are very jealous of the fact that you chose her. She talked some more about lonelinessand then commented that she had gotten so bored with masturbatingthat she couldn’t even give herself an orgasm anymore.I was shocked to hear this. She looked up at me with such sadness.I kissed her on the lips. She responded by kissing me back.We began kissing as lovers, not relatives. We were making out with our tongues exploring each other’smouths. I could not believe this was happening. I decidedto do whatever I could to make her happy. I reached down. When she stood back up her right shoulder strap fell down. Her right tit popped out, so she started playing with her nipples. The guys were going crazy. Some had pulled out their cocks and were already beating off. Others were just cheering her on. She shouted in a loud voice, "Now help me get my clothes off, and I want all of you to fuck me!"She sat down on her desk, and immediately it felt like a thousand hands were groping her body. It was an incredible sensation. She was so entranced.