" Sorry. I had never heard of it, and I have no more idea than you why we are sailing. Who ordered it?"Charles thought for a moment and then said, "I ...as told by someone from the Golden Palace that it was the Emir's orders."Henry merely shrugged. As far as he was concerned, the ways of the Emir were, if anything, more mysterious than those of the Almighty.It was a long hard driving slog at the Imperial Voyager's maximum cruising speed to do the seven and a half thousand miles, down the Persian. Since they were fake I did not expect to feel it, but I did,so when he popped out of the water, I slapped him, then climbed out ofthe pool."Trouble honey?" Nothing I can't handle Angel, thanks anyway."I grabbed my towel and wiped off just as Bill walked up."What's with Stan and you?" He grabbed me, that's all, nothing serious." Want a soft drink?" Sure" I said, and Bill left to get one for me.Watching everyone, I saw Angel talking to Betty, who glanced over atme, and I knew she had told Betty. The fact she called me Master even accidentally only made me feel a tinge of pride, but I was sure it was a slip of the lip, and she didn’t see me as a master.“I bet! And you also put a butt plug up your ass, don’t you?” I asked.“Yes Sir!” she answered without reservation but offered no further explanation.Master Thorne shook his head in disgust, put his drink down, and appeared to tell himself that he shouldn’t intervene. He intervened anyway.“The application of pain, along with having to. I nodded, feeling super vulnerable and super excited."Come over here, then." We sat on her golden chaise lounge. It was a romantically beautiful piece of furniture to my eyes, like something from a Jane Austen novel. "What would you like to do, would you like to explore my body?" All that came to mind was the way she swayed when she walked by me in her skirt and how much I wanted to see what she looked like underneath. I wanted to lift her skirt up and explore between her legs. It seems so.