I was pulling out all the stops. I intended to show my husband, who was the boss, and just why that was the proper designation of roles.“Now let me ...ell you how I see this,” I said.I had a yellow legal pad with notes and the complaint with notations in the margins.“It says here that you negligently injured one Anton Chevas, but we both know that this was no accident. He walked into that gym with a married woman on his arm, and you did to him what you did to Frank Patterson, only more so.”“Oh,. Sure enough when he strode into the Throne Room, there was the eighteen-year-old Crown Prince Mustapha lolling on the small throne on the dais. Surrounding him were a small number of his sycophantic supporters. Without pausing, the Emir strode up to the dais and mounted it.Turning to the assembled courtiers he said, "I have been away for some weeks. In that short time have you forgotten how to greet your Emir when he enters a room?"Most of those in the room made some form of shamefaced. " Heather took the chair opposite me, crossing her legs in the seat. The towel was draped around her shoulders, leaving her taut tummy and muscular legs exposed. "I couldn't help but notice you watching me do laps, Daddy. Were you keeping count?" "Hahaha. Counting laps was the furthest thing from my imagination." "Really? What were you thinking about then?" Heather smiled sheepishly. I took a long slow sip of my drink. "Thirsty Heather? Can I get you something?" Heather smiled a big cheesy. I held her boobs with my both hand and started to eat and squeeze them.After some time I unhooked her bra and her bra fell apart. She was aroused a lot by this act and started to moan. I literally have to suppress her moaning by putting my mouth over her as she was moaning like hell. The room was filled by the sounds of moaning like ooooooohhhhh,aaahhhhh, I love you very much please do not leave me, I am dying of pleasure, mere boobs ko chooso,ise aur dabao. My dick was like red hot and was.