Hoping."What have you done?" the Emir gasped, looking back at the man runningafter the limousine as it smoothly pulled away. "You stole Ahmed AlNahyan...s wife away? He's my cousin! We'll never hear the end of this.This is not how--"The Sheikha Fatima pulled out her phone and showed him the photographs."Ya Allah," he muttered, shocked and revolted.And now, finally, it all made sense. They had found a man who waswilling to marry Daima, but only for the money. And that man and hiswitch of a mother. Same short skirt and black hoodie as hers. I look at her and then at her and back. You tell her the k**s are asleep so she should have an eazy night. I walk up and lean in to kiss you, you smack me across the face. Quite calmly you grab YOUR cock thru my slacks and firmly but lovingly your rubbing and petting me. You look me in the eyes and tell me how dare I try to kiss you when you know I have been checking out the babysitter and that im so easily arroused by her. I stammer that....you stop. Oh. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"Cindy's voice rose to a shrill scream as Sultan pounded at her cunt with those incredibly fast strokes. Bette, driven by a fierce compulsion, reached up under Cindy's cunt to feel and touch the dog's pistoning prick. Her head swam when she felt that rigid shaft pulse and throb as it moved between Cindy's come covered cunt lips. She could feel that big bulging knot on his cock. It was huge. Almost two and a half inches around and as hard as a rock. She could see it push. I thought for a second that she'd had a change of heart and was not going to go through with it. I would understand if she didn't, of course, but I did have a steel-hard cock I would have to deal with!"There's something I want to tell you about me before we go in there. You see, I'm a bit of a freak in the bed. I mean I don't do the 'make love' kind of thing. I know I look like the type that men want to cuddle and hold and make mad, passionate love to. But I'm not."I don't make love, I fuck..