So i try to hold a conversation with her friend, but she is waaaaay gone. drunky wants to go to sleep and i stay to finish my cig. I head on inside af...er five minutes to find drunky passed out doggystyle with her face on the ground. I tried to wake her up and noticed she passed out trying to blow up an airbed. She was snoring and her ass was at cock level as i tried to pick her up but she was dead weight and was not exactly a skinny girl. I tried bumping her ass with a cock thrust and she fell. Her real Master would be the Emir, her father-in-law. She knew enough by now of the politics of the palace to surmise that the Emir could, and probably would, take her to bed, if only to try out the woman his son had used to mother his first-born.Sure enough, a few weeks later, she was selected for the night by the Emir. That scared her, because she had already made an enemy of the Emir's Head Wife, and this would not endear her to Djamilla in the least.When she arrived in the Emir's bedroom. I was fifteen.So, when he would visit, I would dress just for him. I wasn't too obvious about it, I didn't want Mom to catch on but I made it so each time he would get to see just a little that he hadn't seen before.I could usually get away without wearing a bra if I kept some sense about it. When I did go 'top-commando, ' I would always check myself out over and over in my full length mirror bending and turning, making sure that only just the right twist or turn would show my newly-developing. My thoughts are interrupted, I look up at the moon and smile. She smiles back, her wan smile, illuminating the night sky. To her right stands Taurus the bull, his head lowered ready to charge and defend his realm. On her left stands the stuff of legends, the Centaur, timeless and graceful he stands bow in hand a perfect balance between Taurus and the Unicorn. My gaze drifts briefly to each one before I slip back into my own thoughts. I dream of her. The limpid eyes, tender and full of love, the.