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Over the next couple of months, her anger, and her resolve, hardened. At first she did not know what route to take. She wanted to make up for those lost years, but she also wanted to maintain her reputation. After all, she was still Dame Cecelia De Joffe. Then one afternoon the Sheikh called to pay his respects to the wife of his former friend and business partner. Her husband and the Sheikh had been involved in business together for a number of years before his death. It was rumoured that the Sheikh was involved in the slave traffic. Over the past couple of months Cecelia had began to wonder as to her husbands involvement with the Sheikh. Thoughts crossed her mind that she would never have even dreamed of before now. What exactly was the business that they were involved in together?. The Sheikh sat sipping tea in her drawing room, engaging in polite small talk. He was a rather charming man, thin and rather gaunt with a short black beard. She had met him many times before when he visited her husband. She had always liked him. " It is said that you have some involvement in the slave trade Sheikh, and that my late husband was also involved, is there any truth in that"?. She was amazed at how calmly he reacted to this. He just sat sipping his tea and smiling. " Ah, my dear Dame Cecelia" he said softly, what a remarkable lady you are. Indeed I have always suspected that under that calm and graceful exterior lay a woman of true fire and passion. Not many would have the courage to ask such a question of me. I applaud you Madam for your directness. As to your question, indeed we live in a hard and unforgiving world , we do what we have to do". He sat back still smiling and sipped his tea. That was all he needed to say. She had all the answers she needed now. It seemed as if a blindfold had suddenly been removed from her eyes, and there, revealed in all its stark reality, lay the real world. A world that , up to now she had pretended did not exist. She lay her teacup on the small table in front of her. " Sheikh Mahood" she said quietly, since my husband died, my household has been without servants, My circumstances are rather diminished you will understand. I am finding it rather difficult to manage without help. Is it within your power to assist me in any way?. She was looking straight at him now. He sat, tapping his figers gently on the table, and smiling. " My dear friend, it would be an honour to be of assistance. You were the wife of my dearest friend , I consider it a honour just to be asked to come to your aid in this matter?. " Thank you Sheikh Mahood for your kind words". " Now Madam, let us discuss specifics. But first of all I must insist on this. I will not take payement for my little service, on that I will not yield. Now, what type of, how shall we put it, merchandise, would you prefer?. Her heart was beating faster now. " I rather thought that boys would be more suitable to my requirments. I would prefer, if possible, boys of about thirteen or fourteen, they are easier to manage when young, would you not agree?. " Of course Dame Cecelia, an excellent choice, most suitable for your needs". She knew from his smile that he realised from the very beginning what she really wanted. But it did not seem to matter anymore. To her astonishment he deliver on his promise just two days later. Two of the most beautiful olive- skinned boys she had ever laid eyes on. Now she knew that the Sheikh understood. He had deliver the boys himself. She took his hand and thanked him. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. " It is my pleasure Madam" he said. They sat sipping tea in silence. As he got up to leave Celia summoned up her courage. " Would you be offended if I asked you a question Sheikh Mahood" she said, please refuse to answer if you wish, I shall not be offended". " Ask what you wish" he said. " Is it true that you castrate some of them"?. To her amazement he showed not the slightest surprise. Just that same smile. His casual answer amazed her even more. " Yes, it is true, some of them are cut. It depends on the use they are to be put to, and of course, on who purchases them. Both men and women buyers often insist on the removal of the stones. Why, do you want me to have your two boys gelded?. If you do I assure you it is not a problem". " No no" Cecelia answered quickly, I was just curious, I have heard of the practice, that is all". The Sheikh smiled again. " Perhaps we will discuss it further the next time I visit" he said. When he had gone she leaned against the doorframe. She was shaking. She could not get over how casually he had spoken about castration. " He castrates boys,he actually castrates them" she thought. She felt a warmness in her groin as she thought about what he had said. For the next few days the boys carried out the chores she had given them. They were the prettiest youngsters she had ever seen, both were about fourteen. She sat and watched them work, her eyes never far from their young groins. It took her that time to summon up enough courage to do what she really wanted. After two days of this she could stand it no longer. Fortified with two glasses of wine she ordered one of the boys to come to her room. She was sitting on the bed when he came in. She was nervous, her hands shaking. But the wine had helped. "Come over here child" she said. He did as she asked and stood in front of her. " You are very pretty" she said. She looked up at him. " I want you to take off your loincloth for me" she said, her voice trembling. " Yes Maam," he said. He dropped them to the floor and stood, naked as he was born, in front of her. Her hands were trembling as she took him by the hips and pulled him closer, her eyes glued to his large flacid penis and dangling testicles. Her lust for the boy now overcame her shame. His dangling flesh was in her hands now, her mouth was on him, biting and sucking. Pushing him to the bed she went between his legs, licking and sucking the flesh she had yearned for , yearned for so long. Her fingers searched for the balls, her mouth devouring the sac. His testicles filled her mouth, she wanted to bite. Them his rod ,hard, firm and wet. She heard him cry out, then her mouth filled with hot sweet liquid. She held his stones tightly as his milk spurted . She went back to his testicles, fingers stuffing the wet sac into her ravenous mouth. The Sheikhs words going around and around in her head. "Boys can be castrated, boys are often castrated, boys have their stones cut out." He screamed as her teeth closed on him. To be continued.
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