The food was excellent, though we just stayed at the smaller stools behind our Sultan, watching the jugglers and musicians.
It wasn't until the replacement of the torches that the other Sultan clapped his hands."Now, for the festivities of the Night!
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I had always known stallions were randy beasts, and so was unsurprised when I saw movement between his rear legs.
Once everyone was in the hall, the slaves closed the doors behind themselves and stood at attention, facing us.Lifting her arms for him, the stallion began snuffling at her naked breasts, their nipples becoming tipped with desire as his huge, leathery snout brushed back and forth across her nipples, lingering in the space between them, and then delving into her armpits, his nostrils quivering with obvious interest.