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Whether or not the champagne was responsible, Camilla was sure she would have fallen in stepping over the pool wall if so many hands hadn't been holding her up. As she was taken towards the rocking horse she heard applause from around it. A Kultooni officer was on the back of the model, facing the tail, his feet pressed up against the rockers. Astride him, her feet in the stirrups, was Carol. Her hands were holding tightly onto the man's bared shoulders and she was jerking herself up and down on his cock like a performing animal. The hands holding her nipples had drawn her breasts out from her body as an obvious threat of what would happen if her performance wasn't good enough. Further encouragement was coming from two other men swatting at her already chastised buttocks with riding crops. A counterpoint to the clapping sounds of wet flesh slapping together between the two bodies.

One of the men holding Camilla spoke to the man impaling Carol: "Having a good fuck, Suhail?"

"An excellent one, thank you. I'm not having to move a muscle now we've got Mrs Carnac-Smythe so well trained."

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Style: Historical, Indian men on white women, reluctant.

A group of garrison wives are escaping from the Indian heat in the only cool place in Gazepore. Their menfolk are away fighting the wily Pathans on the Afganistan border and they're bored. But what the ladies don't know is that the even more wily Prince Ravi has decided that this is a good time to break in some new remounts for his cavalry officers...