He pushed us into the bathroom. It was single person, so he locked it. “Take off the makeup. Except that gloss. I like that.” I complied, washing ...my face and getting it off. I reapplied the gloss afterward. “Better?” I asked. He got close again and grabbed me. “Yup.” He kissed me again, rougher this time. I was enjoying myself thoroughly, and he had his hands all over me, so I guess he was, too. When he started putting his hands up my shirt, I pushed him off, and checked my phone. It was. So he calls me mom. Eric is twenty-four and very handsome. With that rough farm boy look.I'm a busty auburn redhead with thick, bright locks that hang to my lower back. Clear pale skin and a set of fat 36F tits. I measure 42-30-39 and stand 5'7" with bright blue eyes and full lips.I know it's wrong and I shouldn't have. I didn't plan on anything when I called Eric. I was just needing some extra help.But, I used every part of my mature body to seduce him.It was early when Eric arrived. Too early. The girls could just be put in the harem and forgotten until the Emir wanted a bit of novelty. One such was built very much to local taste and the Emir thought she probably weighed three times what he did, and she subsequently set a record by wearing white harem gowns for over a year. Even then she was only deflowered by a visiting Turkish diplomat.The eunuch chef was a problem, as the Emir had personally selected the chefs in the kitchens of the Triple Palace, including its harem, and did not. Caitlin winced in pain when they entered, and she gasped when they bumped against her maidenhead."A virgin," the Norman said with a smile as he removed his fingers. "Very good. It has been a long time since I trained a virgin."He turned and walked to his horse. As he rummaged through a saddle bag, he told her to put her clothes back on, never looking back at her."Thank you, milord."He faced her again, and began sharpening a small knife with a whetstone. "Do not call me that. Other knights are.