No, it couldn’t be, its gotta be sweat. No… is she…is she wet? Is she actually getting aroused at this? He let his thought wander no more and sa... up, completing the crank. Her head was pushed forward, and he almost let out a small gasp. Her face was now being crushed into his dick; he knew she could feel his hardness. He felt so embarrassed, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with knockout had made him hard and now with her face squished into his cock, he want to do. I want to keep going but he pulls out. "Not yet baby. I need a shower and we don't have long alone here" he says as he smiles at my disappointment. He motions for me to stand up and offers me a hand. He looks me up and down and says "As much as I love seeing you in this slutty little dress I want you out of it… now!" He begins to strip himself of his uniform then he spins me around and slowly pulls down the zipper on the back of my dress. I shimmy it off and it hits the floor. Next I take off. She would be even more honoured if you were to allow her to remain here in the harem of the Golden Palace.~Her heart swelled with pride and pleasure, though she gave no sign of her excitement. He had called the new Master 'Your Magnificence'. She was being given as a concubine to His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah himself, may he live for ever.~May he live for ever, ~ she whispered under her abaya.The Emir's reply pleased her immensely. Although due formality was observed, it was a. Don’t hate me, please.” His face contorted in agony at being caught literally red-handed.I suppressed a smile and had to remind myself not to be sadistic. “Thomas, stop blabbering.” I waited until he calmed down a bit and quieted down. He tried to push his erection down, and it just sprung right back up. I giggled at that.I tried to sound stern, but my voice faltered. If he were more experienced, he would have recognized the passion in my tone. “Other than invading my private bedroom, you have.