'So this is what the girls warned me about.' I felt you lean over me again, pressing your tits into my chest, and whispered, 'I'll be back in a bit to...check on you.' Damn I love your perfume.It didn't take but a few minutes to be back in dreamland. And it surely didn't seem like I had been asleep long, when I saw the flash of light, and then again caught a whiff of your perfume. Ahhhhhhhhh , mmmm just fucking ahhhhhh . I heard you rustling about in the room and I couldn't quiet bring myself to. He had even kept up the tradition started by his grandfather of hunting in a specially built artificial chase, where female slaves were hunted using Irish Wolfhounds, and then used and abused by all the hunters at what was called the 'kill'. He could seem cruel and kind by turns to the Western eye, but to the Kobekistani he was their beloved Master who could do no wrong.The Emirate of Kobekistan is one of those wonderful places where a visitor (of whom there are very few) feels that he has. So coming to the story this incident happened a few weeks back when me and my flat mates decided to throw a house warming party as it was a pretty good flat with all the amenities and we believed that we would be able to do at least 10% of “Project X” , yes people I am not joking our society was a pretty chilled out one. so on a decided day we threw this party and we invited all our friends from different colleges and asked them to invite there friends too so that there will be a good crowd and. I mean really be a little sisterknow," she warned me with an ominous edge lowering her voice. "I sawTim leaving your room, and saw the awed expression on his face. Sawhis..." She paused, shifted. "I -- I trust Tim... but he's only still achild. A very mortal maturing child. And you just gave him a glimpsethat not only does the Bethanny he grew up with no longer exists, buthe's seen a very different young woman emerge from her person. Anattractive girl-woman who hardly resembles his sister...".