The Maître d' wanted to have his most senior Chef de Station serve the Emir, but Maktum was insistent that His Magnificence had specified that, "Paul...tte, who had previously served His Magnificence on table 67" was to serve him, and nobody else, save the sommelier, was to approach his table."The sommelier?" queried the Maître d', "The Emir will take wine?"Maktum broke in again before the Surété man could answer, "His Magnificence, may he live for ever, eats and drinks whatever he wishes."The. Some people got out and some got on. As the space was unloaded, those hands between my legs gently pulled me back towards one corner…The hands lifted up again my tight skirt from behind and continued their assault on my pussy. I smiled to myself and gently eased the zipper down on his pants behind me and pulled the hard flesh out, stroking all around the knob with my naughty thumb. I shivered as his fingers pushed between my pink pussy lips.My cunt felt like it was on fire and my body ached. "They'd all be in prison if the outside world heard about this place. They may be nicer than the others but they know what side their bread's buttered. We have to rely on ourselves alone, Clarissa. Us and Megan if they ever let her out!"Clarissa and Miranda were inseparable by this time and Megan noticed, from her high vantage point, just how affectionate the couple were becoming. At first it had saddened her to think she was losing Clarissa, but as time went by she was just grateful that her. Once she had secured the blindfold, she untied the leash and forced himto stand. He felt very unstable in the high-heeled shoes and tighthobble skirt. The tightness of the skirt made his stockinged legs rubsensuously together as he moved. He found the feeling highlyunsettling.He felt her pass something over his head and wondered what it was. Itfelt silky on his face and he could hear the rustling of silkenmaterial. He realised to his further consternation that it was probablya dress of some.