She knew all the great and famous courtesans and being close to power made her privy to a lot of court gossip. Her’s was the world of Abdul Hamid II...the 34 Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, who was rather perversely labelled the ‘Red Sultan’ by European commentators or so Funda thought. The Ottomans were perceived to be backwards and in-decline by the Europeans, which was capitulated by the phrase, coined by Tsar Nicholas I of Russia when he labelled the Ottoman Empire, ‘The Sick Man of Europe.’. Tanya leaning over his shoulder noticed the big bulge in his jeans. Placing her hand on his thigh caressing the bulge, running her hand along the length of his big cock. David tried to behave as nothing was happening took a sip from his coffee cup. It was empty. Tanya sat in the vacant chair to his right, her left leg pressed against his body as her hand continued to stroke his bulge. David could feel her fingernails through the denim travel the length of his shaft and move ever so slowly on. I’m saving my virginity...” she caught herself and tried to change direction, but realized belatedly she couldn’t and mumbled “what’s left of it, anyway.”“Oho!” Laura cried, “Me thinks you protest a little too much my pussy licking friend.”“Was that Shakespeare you were just quoting?” Marcie asked sarcastically.“No,” Laura said with a smirk, “Just your tongue wagging the dog.”“What’s that supposed to mean? Marcie asked, confused once again by her trombone playing roomie.“It means you need to. I had desired just kissing her for so long that every time I saw her I went crazy with desire.The day finally came when I had my chance. She was in all my classes this year and as we went from class to class together we struck up casual conversation. Her boyfriend had just dumped her and she was really sad about that and just seeking some comfort and I thought I could be just the guy to give it to her. I found out she had rode the bus to school since she did not buy a parking pass assuming her.