They were also very friendly and keen to talk to Sharifa’s friend.“There you are, darling,” came a very upper class voice from behind Nicola. Sh...e turned around to see a woman in her mid or late forties smiling.“Nicola, this is Princess Ayda, one of my father’s wives,” said Sharifa.“How do you do?” said Nicola. She was about to curtsey when Princess Ayda put her hand out. “Oh, we don’t have any of that here,” chuckled Princess Ayda, “We’ve been dying to meet you ever since we learned Sharifa was. I was so embarrassed at that point in time, that I really didn’t know how to answer. Of course I enjoyed it, but should I tell my step-dad that? He pulled me up on the bed next to him. He looked down at my crotch and thighs, and then looked up at me. “You are quite a mess. Maybe we should get you all cleaned up.” I agreed, and was about ready to get up when he put his hands on my thighs and spread them apart. He smiled at me as he kneeled down in front of me and lowered his face into my pussy.. “I thought it perfect for the three of us,” she answered a nervous smile on her face.“I'm guessing that is for her?” Peter asked as he pointed to a stool with a butt plug fastened on it.“Yes,” she answered. “Harriet will be sitting on it watching.”“That thing fits in you?” He asked.“Yes, sir,” I replied. Now I know why she asked me for it a couple of weeks ago.There are times he'll come to bed with it in for the night,” Nancy began, a smile on her face and her eyes sparkling for the first time. He used no finesse at all, driving in and out fast and hard, slamming against her ass as he fucked her viciously for his own pleasure. She whined and writhed, fighting her own body to obey her masters command not to cum, but the biker’s pounding cock in her voracious pussy sent her over the top and she screamed out her orgasm, knowing master would punish her disobedience at his leisure.She lifted her head as she felt weight on the bed in front of her to see her master’s cock waving in her face.