The Princes Cow pt 1.Prince Faisal stood framed in the palace doorway, a handsome bronzed figure dressed in the finest flowing white robes with gold a...d diamond jewellery.“Miss Haines, good of you to come, come through to my office please,” he requested.I felt dowdy in my ankle length blue skirt, my shirt buttoned to the neck and my blonde hair covered with the mandatory headscarf.He half bowed to me, smiled and invited me to sit, the office was like everything he owned, magnificent expensive. By then it was time to drink the second round of Koli-Kleen, and to my absolute amazement, the process started all over again. I couldnt believe it possible that there was anything left in me to expel, but apparently I was wrong. My only explanation for this extraordinary phenomenon is that the second dose of Koli-Kleen must have the ability to tap into the spiritual realm, locate my long dead ancestors and channel the festering content of their ancient intestines through my flaming ass-hole. She loudly moaned and grabbed my head with both hands, making sure my head was firmly in place. My tongue remained at her fully erect clit as I slid my right index finger in to her swollen vagina, cupping it so that it was pressed against her g spot. Then I started lightly flicking her clit with tongue as I moved my finger back and forth in a “come hither” motion against her engorged g spot. She began slowly grinding her pelvis in to my face as I sped up my tongue. I started sucking her clit as. I can pick you up at your motel after dinner and we can leave right away," Simpson said."Why don't I pick you up, and we can leave from your place?" I asked. I knew no man wanted a woman to drive him around. I had done it just to prick his bubble of authority. I planned to do that early and often."Because that will be impossible, since I'm driving," he went on. "I am the senior officer and I'm driving, end of discussion." You get this one buy, but if you want to be in charge, you better be sure.