Betho71 @Betho71
I remember the good old days when I was a slave in my master's harem. It wasn't a bad life for me at all, as long as he left me alone with my favorite things: beauty treatments and jewelry making.<br><br>I spent most of my time under the scorching sun tanning my skin to perfection. The way my body glistened in the sunlight was pure heaven, even if it did make my skin a little too light for an Egyptian woman's taste. But it didn't matter; I loved being pampered and adored by everyone around me.<br><br>My favorite part of the day was when my master would call upon me to join him in his chambers. He'd have me crawl on all fours, allowing him to see me from behind as I moved about like a true queen of Egypt. The way he admired my beauty made me feel powerful and desired.<br><br>As for now, I am no longer a slave but rather the ruler of this harem myself. It's been quite the change since then, I must say, though it still brings me great joy to see these women move about under my command..<br><br>And speaking of which, what do you think about these lovely ladies? They are so gorgeous with their wet bodies and tattoos on show for all to see. Don't they make your heart skip a beat just by looking at them?<br><br>Or perhaps it's just me who
