" She could see the AI's point that a Muslim man might not be happy with a woman in charge. An infidel Westerner? She definitely needed to think about...it.Adeena, Bushra and Leila arrived together. Adeena introduced everyone and fussed around getting a fruit juice for Leila and coffee for the adults. Already she was falling naturally into a subordinate role. Leila was on her best behaviour, obviously having been spoken to by her mother, but even so it was clear to Zeinab that she was another. "I've been told I give the best massages," she whispered, as she worked up to my calves.If she did this every night for a month, I thought, she might actually begin to make it up to me.Her hands began to work my thighs, and the feeling of contentment continued through my body. It wasn't until she was working on the tops of my thighs, near my groin, that I realized I had gotten hard at some point, and was now poking out of the top of my boxers. Gina just ignored it, though I knew she couldn't. Both my wife and the cook stood close to a wall. rengan stood behind my wife and placed his hands on her shoulders. I saw the cook’s hands going round and round on my wife’s shoulder and neck. At the same time he was pressing his front below his hips on my wife’s buttocks and my wife pushing back her ass with her eyes closed, clearly indicating that she enjoyed the cook’s bulge between his thighs working on her ass.Then I saw the top of my wife’s sari falling down and the cook’s slowly pushing. ” her voice was marked with unabashed desperation.He froze in his tracks and turned his head, glancing over one slender shoulder to eye her up and down, a spark of displeasure in his gaze. “Of course I’m staying. And the Dark Queen of the North takes her coffee white with sugar.” he said, his tone dismissive.And he strode from the door.She watched, mouth agape and felt tears welling in her eyes, “No.. Scarlett.. I.. I’m sorry...” She watched the now empty door, he hadn’t even looked back. He’d.