I looked at my reflection in the mirror on the door of the wardrobe. With my hair still up in ribbons and attired in the nightie I really looked like ...a little girl. I stood and looked closer. Pulling off the nightdress I stood naked apart from rubber pants that firmly held my penis tucked under me. The pills that Maggie had been giving me for the last twelve months had altered my body shape. My waist was slimmer, my hips wider.Thanks to the bath I had been made to take in the hair removal. Since these numbers were lucky, the entrants would be referred to by those numbers during the competition. Three months were then allowed for the final tutoring and preparation of the women.The winners were, in order of being drawn, which would also determine the order of testing, numbers twenty-four, fifty-one, nine, thirty-nine, twenty, twelve, thirty-two, ten, two, and forty.The Emir then announced which ten had been selected. Twenty-four was Kashiefa entered by Usman Abu al-Abbas; fifty-one. "What do you mean... penalty?" she asked fearfully."Why, I'm going to spank your ass good and proper and then I'm going to fuck your ass good and proper. Between the two, you will remember to make your payments on time in the future!" he said, matter-of-factly."WHAT? Nicholas, you can't! Please, you can't!" she cried."Mrs. Davidson, do I really have to explain this to you again? You are not in a position to make the rules here. You owe me a debt and were supposed to make a payment on that. I”m coming. I”m coming…Oh shit! It”s goooooooood…”Once again she emitted a high-pitched shriek as she thrashed around in ecstasy. She rode my face like a rodeo star. She got up off my face, just in time, I was about to pass out from lack of air. She didn”t look too concerned though. She just glanced down at my newly revived hard dick and with a big smile said:“Fuck me again, stud. I want more.” And without further remark, she rolled over on her stomach, pushed her ass high in air, while her.