His "request" for my presence was exactly the same as a General who "asks" for something. It was an order, pure and simple. Meanwhile... In my halt...ng Arabic I told the girl, "I need a bath." Instantly, she moved across the room to a curtained doorway, and waited - the bathroom, I assumed. It was.What a bath! I just lay back in the deep tub, soap suds a foot high on the surface of the water. My little bath girl sponged and rubbed - far beyond what it took to get me clean. What the. Later that night she was ready to do it again. She was all excited to live out the fantasy so I again tied her up and blindfolded her, but this time when I tied her up, she was on her stomach, Chris had come into the bedroom and got on the bed and started to rub her ass, he then bent down and started to lick her thighs and moved up higher with his tongue.Chris started to lick her butt cheeks and he spread her butt as his tongue made his way near her pussy. She was squirming all over the bed as. Still panting, almost gasping for air, she crawls on top of me, hungrily devouring my cock and smashing her pussy against my face. I squeeze her ass cheeks while eating her, something I know drives her wild, and as I'm spewing into her mouth, I sense her having what seems like another small orgasm.What a great session.Over the next few weeks, we have a lot more nights exploring fantasies, playing our little roles - sometimes with multiple imaginary men servicing her - and talking about how we. I took the cup as he began to pour coffee into it and cleared mythroat. "I wouldn't mind staying... like this... if you don't..." Iforced a smile, afraid of the answer I was so sure that I was about tohear.He took a sip of his own cup and smiled. "It could have itsbenefits..."I gave him a surprised look trying to guess what was on his mind. Iwatched his expression slowly change from amusement to a suddenrealization to what I had been thinking."Oh... no... No... you have it all wrong." He held.