Her ability to endure more unbridled adulation of her fawning subjects long since exhausted, Ayeka finally sought relative peace and sanctity in her c...ambers. She bore no ill will, did not fault the common folk their desire to see, to speak and even attempt touching her! After all, they were her subjects and she, their new queen. Still clad in her flowing gown, Ayeka found the relative quiet of the terrace to her massive bedroom comforting."No..." She thought smiling, not hers, theirs! For. His word is law, literally. Were he to say "Off with his head," the miscreant would be executed in public within the hour.All of this is made possible by the oil on which the Emirate rests. When all the oil reserves have been extracted, in some centuries' time, the level of the land will have been lowered by an average of ten feet. The oil is a 'heavy crude' which is dug out of the ground in lumps looking for all the world like treacle toffee. There is none of the messy liquid to process and no. ''Our little chats', as she called them, were nothing more than an exchange of news of what had been happening in our respective departments; more like a team meeting than a tête-à-tête, but beggars can't be choosers, and merely sitting across the table from her in the staff restaurant was an event I looked forward to, and something which would have been unthinkable a year ago. I sighed, and turned to go."She does look forward to your visits, Des." I spun around in surprise. I hadn't noticed. A few seconds later she surprised me when she said. "Ok then, get up."Slowly, as if in a trance I did. Krystal took my seat and as I stood behind her leaned back against me as I had her. Slowly I moved my hands to her shoulders. A few seconds of gentle massage convinced me that she was more than happy with the situation. Gradually the massage became more caressing as I started to enjoy myself.Krystal was wearing a dark blouse with the top couple of buttons undone. This gave me the opportunity.