.what about Val. Does she know?"He smiled. "Val has gone back to England, Sarafina. Photographers come,photographers go. You are just a page in her ca...endar. On the otherhand, you will be a woman from Oman. A queen of the desert. You willjoin a rich man's harem, and the oil profits will keep you in grapes foryears. You will be a slave, but you will be well off." No, Amir. Please." Ah, lovely Sarafina. I wish I could bid on you myself. You would pleaseme with your ass." Be joking. Please be. He certainly did not embarrass himself or me with his remarks, and, as far as I was concerned, earned a gold star in his heavenly score book for the way he handled his unexpected part of the situation.The news conference lasted nearly two hours before it finally was broken up by Dad, who said that the questions had gotten too repetitious. There was a short closing speech by the principal, and the kids were sent to their next scheduled class. The reporters were offered snacks prepared by the. The happy party were in high spirits as the huge doors opened and they entered the barn.Lauren stood at the altar, her stockings just visible beneath the long silk gown that was tied at her waist. Either side of her stood Rebecca and Nikki, ladies in waiting to the bride. Her intended, the priest himself, towered above Lauren and stood directly in front of her. Simone was clearly officiating for this ceremony, as she held the book with the order of service and looked across the room as if to. The redhead rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her modest tits. “Oh, my oh, you’re ... Wow, that’s a lot of flesh for you to be showing.”“Mother thought I should ... show off my delightful breasts,” I moaned, my cheeks burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I couldn’t help but thrust my tits out before me. I was enjoying the attention. All the guys looking at me. Hungering for me.Vivian fell in beside me, her eyes wide. “Your mother did that?”I.