" So, I'm going to miss out on probably my only chance? Is that what you're telling me, Kenny?" Well, when you put it like that, I guess, it looks lik... that is what might be happening. I haven't given up on Brenda calling though. If I had to bet, I'd bet that she'd be calling soon." Will you call me if she does call?" If you want me to. What time is too late to call you?" I guess any time up to ten o'clock. I'm sorry I got upset with you, Kenny. Its because I have been thinking about it like it. Does that explain everything?"Robinson was utterly speechless for a moment or two, then he found enough voice to ask, "Whipping, sir?" Yes. The whip is our standard form of punishment for slaves, and is also available to correct recalcitrant concubines, or even wives."Robinson so far forgot himself as to stare open-mouthed at the Emir for several seconds.Taking the initiative, the Emir continued, "As to the general terms of employment, there are no fixed hours of work, as a British contract of. Run your tongue over your lips and taste your essence."I did as instructed, tasting my sissy liquid. The bridesmaids kept stroking me, each taking their turn. They were giggling and laughing talking about how lovely it was that a man would allow a group of ladies to transform him into a simpering little sissy. They would be helping with my training as my Mistress would instruct them. Just then my penis erupted in a lovely shower of cum that almost covered the entire serving tray."Oh so lovely,". You s-say that ... I just want to ... c-cry with happiness. Oh, Ni-i-ick my love!"She squirmed around, thrust an arm under his neck and the other round his back. "Oh Nick! Oh, Nick." She clung to him. He held her equally strongly, nuzzling the top of her head and whispering his love.At length the storm passed."I must go to the loo," he whispered, "then I'm going to make us some tea. Sound good?"She nodded against his chest.With one final kiss to the top of her head he prised himself away from.