Not that I was complaining you understand!Christmas brought the inevitable round of socializing and parties- some fun, some tedious. One of the main o...es was a fancy dress party at an old friend of Peter's- a one time lover of his in fact. Not my absolute favourite event of the year for a number of reasons, but Peter rather insisted we attend and it did give me an opportunity to get my legs out and on display in some nice tights! Peter was well aware of this and encouraged me to do so- I think. It would be easier, in any case just to say 'no'."The Embassy also surprised her by providing a car and armed driver/guard to take her to the Golden Palace for her audience, or interview, as she preferred to call it. Grudgingly she agreed to wear an abaya. They were shown through to the Throne Room where a number of local men sat stolidly waiting as the clock hands approached 11 o'clock. After the embassy driver left her in the Throne Room, at her insistence, she had waited less than a minute. I sat over my bed and looked at the tiny urn in my hand. I opened it and wiped some lotion from it. I held my fingers at my nose.It had a pleasant flowery smell with some medicinal flavor to it. I lifted my frock and dragged my chemise up. I was about to apply the lotion, and I heard a knock on my door.Me – What is it, father?Father – Are you certain, dear? (from the other side of the door)Me – Yes, father, I am…Father – Ok, as you wish. But before you apply it, see that the organ is clear of. Little sighs escaped her lips.'It's time you checked the bulge in his pants, Honey." Scott directed.Christie had been thinking about that already. Her hand felt a large bulge there. Mike had a partial erection already. "Is that getting cramped inside those pants?" Oh yeah, Baby." Christie opened his belt and pants and pulled out his cock. Only partially erect so far, it was still impressive. She stroked it up and down, her hand feeling small on its girth. It was nine inches long at least, a.