”“Really?” He was being quite kind. And, with enough sleep this night, she’d be in top form by the time he got off work Friday.“Really. You ...on’t need me, you know, for the shopping. Your card is good. Still, I’d like to see it with you. Dress sort of formal -- church clothes would do fine.”He was sweet, but probably hungry, as well. She abandoned the office to fix the meal she’d planned. He ate with a good appetite.“Feel better?” he asked.“A little ... Look ... I’m awfully tired. I want to. Seated on a sort of dais was the sheik. It was difficult to see muchof him due to his Arab headdress, black beard, and dark glasses. Thetrembling teenage slave knelt and did as she was bid, while the slavemaster held her chains as if she were a dog.His Highness began: "My servant will have told you who I am. Aftermuch search I have chosen you to be a slave in my harem. No white girlhas yet had the honor to fulfill such a role. You arenow totally my captive and under my control, so I want you to. ‘I definitely made the right choice with you,’ she said, smiling widely, almost proudly. I felt a strange feeling all of a sudden, and glanced down at my shuffling feet (below my still erect cock, that is) for a moment before looking back up at her. ‘What choice was that?’ ‘Chris,’ she began, getting up and walking towards me, her hips wagging oh-so-wonderfully. ‘I have chosen you to be my champion- the Champion of Cool. And not just because of the alliteration, even though that is pretty. I quickly turned around to see him look away pretending not too be aware of my pussy staring him right in the reddening face. That's bullshit I said you never did that. What you don't believe me I can prove it . Liz gets up and walks out the door and in a few seconds reappeared with Mark in tow she closes the door and says to Mark drop your shorts I'm going to teach Rachel to suck your cock . Without hesitation he drops his shorts as Liz reaches and gently strokes his cock then licks the head.