She would act like she wanted my advice about some aspect of your time together, but she was really talking to me to rub your love for her in my face....Do you know what she used to talk about the most?”“What did you do to me?” Seraph said, straining now to move away. He strained until he shook, but his body would not budge. “Why can’t I move. Why do I feel so hollow?”“She used to talk about your tongue. She used to talk about how good you were with it, and about how you would go down on her. We don't often kiss long as the urge to fuck is often so strong, but the truth is, I could kiss you for hours. You lustfully lick my tongue with yours and I do the same to you. There is not a spot on you where I wouldn't put my tongue. You pull back and smile mischievously as you begin to sink down slowly to your knees, fucking me with your eyes all the way down. You undo my belt and take off my pants. I take off my shirt. My dick pops out desperately as your eyes follow it. I widen my stance a. . of course ... uh ... unless you could use some help," I offered lamely."I think I can manage," she smiled. She was killing me and she knew it. The only smart move was to retreat. When her arms dropped away from me and she turned to the kitchen, I made my way to the sofa, hoping like hell she hadn't noticed the tent in my pants.I heard the water running and some other typical kitchen sounds and waited quietly for her to return. I looked around at the Living Room and realized she had done a. She was the only one married to the Prince. The others were concubines and that made her number one in the harem, as the Head Wife.Her pregnancy meant that she had her baby to look forward to and to plan for.And there was one other English girl there, Beryl. Beryl was an ex-chambermaid from a Brighton hotel who had seduced the rich Arab guest, and persuaded him to take her home with him, only to find herself classed as 'just another concubine' who was, on occasion, even lent to the Prince's.