"Looking over at his friend, Dale said, "Seeing you in bed like this, I'm reminded of the day you removed the curse over our people. You were weak for...almost a year afterwards." I was a mess after that little adventure," William said in agreement. His hand went up to caress the medicine bag that hung around his neck. The detailed bead work on the leather of the pouch felt cool to the touch. He ran a finger along the sharp edge of the eagle feather; the barbs of the feather giving slightly under. I had no appetite, and no patience for just sitting and eating. Usually I'd have told them to box up the rest and taken it home for later, but when the waitress asked I just shook my head. I gave her my credit card, signed the chit and went back to the street. I hoped my body language was conveying what I felt: "Hey, take me, take me, I'm available and unprotected!"Nothing.Had he given up?After all that surveillance it seemed incredible, but why in God's name hadn't he moved on me yet? Was he. I can smell your sex as I crawl up and kiss your neck. You can feel my hard cock against your leg so you reach back and hold it in your hand. It's solid shaft feels so good in your hand as I kiss your back softly. You rock your hips upwards spreading your pussy to me. I run my fingers over your panties and feel how wet your pussy is through them. I push your panties aside and slide my fingers deep inside of you to feel how wet and slippery you've become. You rub my cock through my shorts as I. It was with some surprise and considerable envy that he heard that his friend, and brother of his Head Wife, Ghada Baroud had been called to the Golden Palace, reportedly to meet privately with the Emir. Ramzy El-Najjar was entirely at a loss to know why his friend had been singled out for such an honour. Later that day he was utterly astonished to be called to the Golden Palace himself, though only to see Kamal Qumsiyeh, the Head of Protocol to the Emir. Still the Head of Protocol could,.