In her mind she could hear the violins playing romantic music. Instead he surveyed her critically."I wonder what you really look like?" he asked."Much...like this; I don't use many cosmetics," was the puzzled reply.The Emir sighed, "That was a polite order to get your clothes off."Emma hesitated for only a moment, then started a slow striptease."Quickly," the Emir ordered.Emma shrugged mentally and stripped quickly, dropping her clothes on the floor. Then she stood with her arms at her side as he. She heard the elder say something, and he slowed down, but she could tell he was near his climax. She helped him with it, lifting her hips in time to his spasmodic thrusts, until she felt her orgasm coming. "Yes, yes, yes."she murmured, and felt him freeze. She gasped with the pleasure of her vibrant completion as she felt the fluid fill her hole. She held his eyes as they both smiled.After a few minutes, the elder came in. She smiled at him, thinking he was going to take her. But he pulled her. . but, hey, it had worked for me ... after a fashion.Problem was, now I had responsibilities ... opportunities ... stuff I didn't want to walk away from. Not the money – even if I did derive a slight amusement from the fact that even after so short amount of time in this job I already had enough money in the bank to sustain my normal lifestyle for a couple of years without even thinking about working. No, it was the fact that I liked working with Naz and Seff, that I wanted to get the whole. Not dealing with this was part of the reason why Max favored the Fridaynight chatroom. At least there, you know where you stood. There, youknew you were pretending to be a twenty-three year old lesbian sharinga loft in the Village with your beautiful but emotionally unavailableGerman girlfriend. And you liked it, too.Currently, Max's skill with the Ars Friday-Nightica was still prettylow. Instead of spending the night doing something cool like seeing amovie or hanging out in the parking lot of.