The third and room was devoid of any instruments, weapons, furniture, or even the ubiquitous whips. On the wall at the end of the corridor was a book-...case apparently filled with the literature of torture. Few of the books were in English, but one that the Emir recognised dealt with the tortures used in the second World War, notably by the Germans.The fourth room was also empty. The Emir turned to the Chief Eunuch and asked the obvious question merely by raising one eyebrow."I understand, from. His prickhead throbbed and the shaft rippled and his potent balls were rapidly refilling themselves as, inspired by the prospect of fucking her, his sperm factory went into overtime and spun the jism out.Claire waggled her ass invitingly. She had lowered her head to the floor, one cheek on the carpet, her slender back deeply arched so that her taut ass was thrusting up at the highest point of her body and crotch was elevated to the coupling position. Although she had claimed that she did not. "Holy shit!" she stepped back from me for a second, and I wondered what was wrong this time. "Is that thing for real? It must be huge!" Her hands were then fumbling with my zipper, and despite the cold air, when she pulled my member out, it stood tall and firm. It was a little odd, doing this in the complete dark, but it just seemed to add to the eroticism. "Mmm, I can't wait to see this in the light!" she declared, gripping it around the middle. Her fingers weren't able to make it all the way. I pushed her towards the nearest wall and then pulled her close to me so much that there was literally no space between us. I took this risk as I was confident about a positive outcome.She didn’t react but tried to push me slightly but I pulled her towards me again. our eyes met and I realized that she wanted she wanted to get fucked but couldn’t say so as she was my teacher. Sensing ultimate opportunity I french kissed her soft lips and our tongues met and fondled each other.I kissed her for.