The door to the room opened and she tensed. A small man, with an olive complexion, dark eyes, and dark but graying hair stepped inside."Good," he said... in heavily accented English. "You're awake."He leaned down and removed the gag. "Where am I?" Samantha croaked.He smiled. "Just relax, miss. His Highness wants to see you."She gasped, "His Highness?"The small man bowed. "His Royal Highness, the Sultan of Al Banyan, Rashid al Abdul-lan."Oh, God! A harem! Samantha thought in terror."I'm in a. The contrast of her olive skin against the white of the dress was dazzling. Her hair was pulled back softly on each side and pinned with flowers on each side. As John eyes went down her slender legs, he saw the clear platform heels she was wearing that were at least 4 inches high. She had struck a pose in the doorway with one foot against each side of the bottom and her hands at each side at the top, making sort of an X with her body. With the bright light of the bedroom behind her, Angel's. “Prob’ly the Korean equivalent of the beach at Padre Island on Spring Break...”“So much for cultural superiority.”He turned his head to look at me sideways. “Like a second generation child of Korean descent...”“Roots,” I laughed. “Coon-ass.”“Heyyyyy!” He whined. “You ain’t supposed to know what a coon-ass is...”(Auth. Note: ‘Coon-ass’ is a colloquial nickname for ‘Cajun’. Its origin is murky, but for years the Louisiana Air National Guard was known as the ‘Coon-ass Militia’. It’s pretty. Wah peticoat ki ganth kholne ka prayas kar rehi thi per thand ke karan usk haath kaam nahi kar rehe the. Mein bada bechaini se yeh dekh retha aur meri bechaini itni badne lagi ki mein socha agar ek do aur attept mein usne peticoat nahi khola to mein hi under chala jaunga.Fir achanka next chance mein peticoat ki ganth khul gayi aur Shweta ne peticoat ke side zip ko khola aur petcoat ko neecha ki taraf khench kar chhod diya aur uska geela peticoat jameen per gir gaya. Shweta chikni gori gand aur.