He laughed and told me his wife was pretty successful as an entrepreneur and that he was just the luckiest bastard in the world.Trent led me to the ga...rden, which had a pool alongside a large terrace, surrounded by a big lawn. It looked like a private holiday resort. Trent went inside to get us some drinks. When he came out again he was accompanied by one of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. "Let me introduce you to my wife Jamilla." Jamilla looked like an African princess dressed like. She was cuffed to them by her wrists so that she was held clear of the ground. Then she was stretched into an X with her legs tethered to the floor wide apart and her weight taken entirely on her arms in a fashion which was not painful ... at firstSississis ... CRACKACKACK!There was no warning and she saw no movement before there was a short hissing sound beside her and all at once there seemed to be innumerable lines of burning agony on her skin all at once and she could not even draw breath. Aisa 5-6 baar huwa. Fir wo BoliMistress – ye le. Doosra pair bhi clean kar.Maine jis tarah se pehla pair clean kiya tha usi tarah se doosra bhi kiya. Fir wo BoliMistress – Ab apni zubaan se meri jaangho tak dono pair saaf kar lekin ek baat yaad rakh jaangho tak hi rehna. Waha se Zara bhi idhar udhar kiya to tujhe Pata hi Hai kya hoga.It was a tough challenge for me to clean her legs upto thighs because I was not able to see anything. I was scared by mistake if I went to that area where I should. Immediately I was turned over and a fat eunuch was beating the soles of my feet with a strap – the dreaded bastinado. The Sultan took pity on my tears and cries, and I was taken, undressed by scented attendants and laid on his divan to await my fate. I fell asleep with feelings coursing through my body that I could not describe or understand. Oddly, I didn’t dream of being Roxalana, ‘She who makes me smile,’ the concubine who captivated Suleiman – I was just the naughty slave-girl. I hid the.