This might wake her up. But my cock was tight watching someone grabbing her boobs. After a while, his hand automatically moved out of her top. I belie...ed he was sleeping and accidentally grabbed my wife thinking his wife. Else who would stop grabbing a sleeping lady who is unaware of who is playing with her boobs? So I did not push him and let him sleep with his hand on her belly.I closed my eyes again and tried to sleep. Soon I was in deep sleep. It was 5:30 am when I again woke up. I saw. "Worrying you?" asked the Emir."Tell me honestly, why are we here?" asked Diana, "Are you intending to kidnap us and sell us as slaves, or to keep one of us as a concubine in your harem, or are we such scintillating wits that you want us as court jesters?" How much would you fetch as slaves, do you think?" countered the Emir."Well, not much for a thirty-five year old widow, but Susan is a sixteen year old white virgin. They fetch quite a high price I believe," said Diana dryly.'If you only knew. He wore a large brown mantle, one fold of which, thrown over his left shoulder, served likewise to mask the lower part of his countenance, while the upper part was completely hidden by his broad-brimmed hat. The lower part of his dress was more distinctly visible by the bright rays of the moon, which, entering through the broken ceiling, shed their refulgent beams on feet cased in elegantly made boots of polished leather, over which descended fashionably cut trousers of black cloth.From the. The lower classes couldn'tmanage without the upper classes. The lower classes were less importantand generally less human than were the upper classes.Which brought some interesting thoughts to mind.Because of course, Burt now was part of the upper class. He was in thebody of an upper class woman. He was Lady Ann now. So surely that meantthat he had joined that ruling class, even though it was temporary. Forthe next two weeks he was one of them - one of the elite.And by extension, his darling.