"Well my next evening off is tomorrow, but you couldn't get tickets for then." Watch me," said the Emir, "I'll collect you about five and we can have ...n aperitif and you can show me some of Paris before the theatre." But..." she blustered."Until five tomorrow," he said, and rang off.On the other end of the 'phone she wondered how he would know where to pick her up.The Ambassador assured him that a box at the opera with twenty-four hours notice was no problem, nor was using a private entrance.. “I like to look nice,” Jen smiled.“Jen, you always look beautiful,” Brian shouted and Jen smiled at him.About thirty minutes later, Jen went into the kitchen to get another glass of wine and moments later, Brian followed her while I continued to talk to my father.Five minutes passed and they had not returned yet so I quickly swallowed the last drop of wine in my glass and went to refill it.I silently walked to the kitchen and popped my head around the door to see Jen and Brian locked in a. He raised his hand. “Brett Goldberg?” He put down his ham sandwich (non-practicing apparently) and raised his hand. The older cop told them to come with them. Daryl asked if they were under arrest. “Not yet.” Brett asked if he could bring someone with him. In response to the cops’ question, he said he didn’t want a lawyer. “I want Mark to come with me.” No one was more shocked than I. Whatever could I do? The campus police shepherded all three of us out of the dorm and straight to the Dean’s. I just lay there, gasping in delight, 5 guys cum all over my face like that. The blonde haired man helps me to my feet. The original man says. "Here are your panties back use them as towel to wipe my face and get the fuck out of my house, my wife will be home soon." I say yes sir, I just need to use your bathroom which seems to enrage the black man who comes over spits in my face, grabs me by the arm and hustles me out the door, pushing me into some ivy and says this is where white cunts piss".