I was wearing a short-short plaid skirt and a white blouse.I wanted to look sexy and seductive for Mark.My secret lover.And now, as Jeremy stared bold...ly at me, I felt my face flushing."What do you want, Jeremy?" I said coldly. I didn't like the way he was looking at me.I had never noticed him looking quite like that at me before.It frightened me."I want you to make a phone call for me," he said calmly."A phone call? What? To whom?" I want you to call him and tell him you won't be able to see. I did masturbate in the dark though, flicking my finger tips around the sides of my clit until I climaxed. On Saturday afternoon I headed out into the centre of Sydney to visit a femme friendly sex shop in George Street. Luckily pay day was Thursday, because I spent up big on several new toys. I had organised a few weeks before to catch up with some girlfriends that night, and while I went to dinner, I left early. I feigned a headache, but in fact it was my pussy that was aching! I hurried home. A hot bath, some clothes and some food, I think."Charlotte allowed herself to be led into a bathing area and submitted to being bathed and shaved, still in a daze. When she came out of the bath she felt quite a lot better and when Ayda offered her some western clothes to wear that helped even more."You are the wife of the Emir?" she asked."One of his wives," replied Ayda, "He has two. How did you come to be here? And what would you like to eat?" I was captured in the war, and I have no papers. Meg was no different and she had alternated between Ned and Alfie with attention to equal treatment to avoid any dispute over “fair share” of her female favors. The aging Tom was content with his allocation of workhouse fare always ready to bend over or drop to their knees between his muscular thighs. His reputation of being “always ready” was a boon to them secure in the knowledge that they had no need to make numerous preparations just to get their partner in a “giving” mood with the.