"Oh, baby, you taste so good, I could eat you for days." Rachel, still breathing hard with her eyes closed, smiled. "There's more where that came fro...," she said and pushed his head down between her legs. He lapped at her pussy lips with a soft, wide tongue at first, making sure to lick up all her juices, then stiffened his tongue and drove it into her. Rachel began writhing on the couch, moaning and thrusting her hips into David's face, trying to give him better access, get his tongue in. ‘Ah so Sheik Omar calls you Amira, princess, as a mix of your title and your name? And me thinking it was a sign of his high esteem for you.’ the older man smiled. ‘O’Shea is here so he can translate for Sheik Omar.’ The big rough man held out his hand and said in English with a Irish accent: ‘So even in the desert I cannot escape bloody English aristocrats.’ Mary realised he must be one of the Irish rebels and probably had to flee Ireland ending up here. ‘Please eat’, said Sheikh Omar and the. "I told him we'd ride every Sunday afternoon and send him a videotape after each session. He's really serious about disciplining us for what happened at Junior League." I know Mommy," Kathy comforted, "it'll be all right." I know it will, Sweetheart," Mommy sighed, "but he's added another weekly task for us to perform." What's that?" Kathy asked with trepidation."He wouldn't be specific, but a car will pick up every Wednesday afternoon at three and take us somewhere for what he calls 'special. To be honest I thought nothing of it. She had a new boyfriend every other month or so, in my opinion it was only a matter of time until she would break up with him and come crying on my shoulder. She arrived later that day with this new bloke, Paul, who I admit was pretty attractive and decent compared to her previous ones. Who either dressed like a vampire or spent the majority of their lives playing basketball. Paul on the other hand, seemed different he was roughly 5ft 10, dressed normally.