I looked at the woman of my dreams as she stood there in her saree. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I couldnt get myself to grab my penis and pump it... to an ejaculation.“I’m sorry”, I blurted out.“Shshshsh”, she hissed with her finger at her lips. “Tell me, which part of me do you like the best?” Her voice was a low whisper, I had to strain to hear her.She must have seen the confusion on my face.“Okay. Tell me, what part of my body do you look at when you see me first?” she whispered.“Your. I figure she would tipsy as well as wet and hot thinking about what was upcoming with her husband. And I saw them get out of the limo. He had a hardon that wouldn't quit so they had already been playing around, not to mention a face covered by lipstick. I figured even without alcohol she would be ready for some loving. I was right, I complimented her like I used to do and kissed her. She kissed back with that sexy mouth of hers. Her kisses are almost as good as actually touching her pussy. I. "Well, he did look serious, and I certainly knew him to be trustworthy, so I did as he said, briefly, but honest about the way that scene had me captivated. "You say it doesn't actually arouse you?" he finally asked. The one thing I had left out was the feelings I'd started to notice and I guess knowing I'd kept quiet about that made me mute at that moment. "You're having trouble telling me this, aren't you?" he said."I guess so."Then he said, "Have you talked to Theresa? This is probably a. "Whish ... THWACK!"Three."Whish ... THWACK!Her screams had subsided into one long continuous wailing, springing from a combination of pain and arousal. As he counted, "Four," the Emir could not tell if she was thrashing about in agony or in near climax, but still she lay face down on the whipping bench, neither cuffed nor shackled. If she wanted to move away she was entirely free to do so. He took her lack of movement to indicate a willingness for him to continue.Whish ... THWACK!"Five." For.