"That's right, you're going to be my little cumdump. Man this is hot.You're just like some white trash crack whore or something. I'd fuckyour slutty l...ttle pussy but God knows what I'd catch you dirty smellybitch." He laughed hard at the humiliation he was inflicting on me. "OhGod wait till I tell everyone about you. It's going to be great. Hey dome favor and email me a picture of you all dressed up so I can showeveryone."He made me promise pulling his dick out of my mouth long enough for meto. " She nodded and sat the clothes down in the chambers I directed her to and quickly left saying goodnight, closing the door behind her.Just when the seamstress left, the prince exited the bathroom dressed in his night pants. He had a towel around his neck, using one end of it to wipe the back of his head. I paused, watching his biceps flex as he dried his hair. He turned his head and met my eyes before his eyes dropped and looked over the rest of my body. "Come here," he ordered, his tone. . I've never made love before. I've wanted to, on a number of occasions, but something always kept me from getting real close to any one boy."Cue the music; One boy, one special boy, one boy to fuck with, forever and ever ... One boy, and I hope it is me."And," I asked, "are you worried about it now? I'm not just any boy you know. I'm a boy who has lusted and loved you for as long as I can remember ... even before you got those big beautiful bouncing breasts. I've loved you ... your pretty. "Your maiden name, Khouri. What is that?"Tamara answered slowly, "Lebanese. My parents were from there." Ah. Still alive?" Who the hell knows? It's only been a week since I talked them, but now..." Tamara sat quietly at the small table, Hannigan watching her closely. The man had showed no reaction to the intimate moments in the night, never mentioned it when he'd roused her with a set of grey stretch pants and top, fresh underwear that fit her a little snuggly, and socks, a pair of thin black.