. I suppose I have always been a one-woman kind of man. This “harem” concept is still new to me.”Karen rolled over until they were nose-to-nose ...and smiled at him. “Is that what’s bothering you? You have such strange ideas!” She leaned forward and kissed him. “You saved me. You invited me into your harem. That means I belong to you now, to do with as you wish.”“You belong to no one.” Logan frowned. “You are your own person free to make your own choices.”Karen snuggled closer to lay against his. It turned out to be a grubby old duplex. He shrugged apologetically and said, “Anyway, it’s clean on the inside. Come on in.”Inside was clean. There were a few pictures on the wall and no other decorations, just furniture, cheap clean furniture. It looked like it was still waiting for someone to move in. He led me into his room. It was about half the size of mine. There was a bed, an easel and a wall covered with figure studies of men. He worked in all the same media I did, oils and acrylics. They performed different roles, both of them quite enjoyable to the man in question.If the two fellows were pleased at the situation, Yara was in her own paradise that would rival the halls of the Drowned God. With one man licking her arse, and that man being her own brother, even as another man fucked her salty twat, Yara nearly lost any composure more than once, soon screaming in ecstasy from the combination of pleasures. She felt as if she might die repeatedly during the act of coupling, or. She had two well dressed black men with her and I watch as they all entered into her building. I noticed that my breathing changed, you know, how it changes when you get excited. And my cock started growing, too. I started fantasizing about her and the two black guys, wondering what, if anything, they were doing in there. About 20 minutes had passed since I'd seen them go in and I could take it no more. I took clean clothes out of the closet and drawers, put them in a basket, grabbed the.