“Ready for more sweetie?” she heard another one say as she was smothered by the smelly, sweaty crotch of another man. She tried to struggle but i...t was no use: the gag-ring held her mouth open, the handcuffs and her weight held her arms and hands, and the man pushed his dick right where he wanted it. Hard. He hunched her face like the other man had, but his balls were looser, and they slapped her eyes and nose with each stroke. He too fucked her face like it was a pussy and dumped his load. All went quite well considering Ludmilla's inability to speak much of any language but Russian and the fact that not all of the others spoke much English. It was soon made clear to the Chief Eunuch that it was not intended to be a sexual session and nobody needed to be sucking or playing with the Emir's penis during this meal; moreover the whipping frame would not be needed. The women were as perplexed as the eunuchs by this disturbing turn of events. Why would the Emir visit his harem if not. I hadmade mental notes of lots of things I was going to have to buy.After I poured my drink, I ventured into the living room, and sat on theloveseat. This was going to be a much worse press conference than theone I'd been at earlier.-Cindy, my sister, was actually my biological mother. I'd been adopted byher parents at birth, so it made things more difficult for her. Vickihad all but raised me, as well as being my boss. She'd hired me rightout of college. I was a generation younger than. As we neared six I went to meet Kate."Mike, this is the fucking limit. The last time I saw you, you were allgirly. Today you look as though you are enjoying every minute of it. Whatare you playing at? Are you dating men yet? You have gone right over thetop. I never realised that my partner was a girly boy. I thought that wehad something good for the long term. I was obviously wrong. I am goingto have to go and let you find a life in your preferred sex. This is toonatural just to be undercover..