What makes you think that I am your grandmother, and who is your mother?"Elinor was a little put out at the bluntness of this approach, but she took a...deep breath and said, "The Kobekistani Ambassador in London said that I am the daughter of the Emir. My mother was Pauline, his Oxford girlfriend. The Emir has been kind enough to give me a lot of money and the use of the Emerald Palace. I thought that as I knew nothing of this until after my mother died a few weeks ago, I might start by. Removing a short terrycloth sundress with thin straps,"I wouldn't dare wear something this short to work."Looking in the mirror she see's a wicked smile and pulls the dress on, feeling the course material aginst her erect and very sensitive nipples, she finds a pair of platform sandles and stops to stare at her reflection inthe mirror, seeing that the dress only comes to mid thigh,"Ron would shit if he saw me wearing this to the apartments."Picking up her purse she see's the vibrator laying on. And the place where I was supposed to get down arrived and to my surprise, she didn’t stop there and I screamed ma’am that’s where I must get down. She told me “Karthik now that you started what you shouldn’t have, I think you have to complete it too for me.” and she gave a seductive smile. My God my dick was really out of control.We then reached her home in about 10 minutes and we got in. As soon as we got in she closed the door and both started kissing passionately. While kissing I was moving. “You can call me Emmanuel.”“Emmanuel.” She thought about the meetings with her friends from Saint Jude’s. “Emmanuel. God with us.”“Very good! Gold star.” His expression wasn’t actually a smile. What was it? Compassion?She watched his face, thinking. Somehow, his presence was comforting; she felt safe, even loved. “Why?”“Your parents?”“Yeah.”“They were making the world a little better place for a few people.”“Yeah, but...” she sniffed.He laid a hand on her shoulder. “There is no safe way, no.