Her skirt or lack of it was more like a pelmet than a skirt; you know the thing I mean a fringe above a window. Well I already knew she was wearing bl...ck lacy panties to match her bra. She obviously did not like tights or stockings as her long shapely legs looked well shaved and I was sure that her cunt was just the same.We looked at the damage to each other's car but I noticed she was giving me the once over too; mind you so was I admiring her body work and not just that of the car. lol.She. "Oh... You... Are you a cop?" I ask."Not anymore" he answers with that same sad smile "But I couldn't jump, as you can see." It's way different" I say."I know. I know that. I was trained to deal with suicidal people too. Trained to know exactly what they're thinking." So you're just gaining time to save me or something..." I speculate."No, I'm not" he looks at me "Honestly. Don't rush things because of me."Just the wind sounds between us. Until he talks again."Do you believe in God, Olivia?". My suspicions about him being faggywere right and this leather god obviously knew how tofuck, perfectly balancing out Blondie’s inexpertenthusiasm. I was somewhat quiet, biting my lip, watching my tits,squashed flat by my boots, bounce as Blondie’s and, bythe transmission through our joined flesh, LeatherPants’ thrust rippled through my body. I was trying tostay balanced but working my way to one absolutemotherfucker of an orgasm. Between Blondie’s massive cock pounding. I will have myself whipped immediately."One of the eunuchs made an odd choking noise, not realising that this was said in jest.Later the Emir asked his mother, the Dowager Princess Zubeydeh, now the Countess of Bargoed, about an English butler, and she laughed when she heard who had suggested it."Seriously, though, I think that it is a good idea," the Emir continued, "How much should I have to pay him?" Next to nothing if you provided him with a decent suite of rooms and the freedom to use any.