I just kept wondering what it feels like to take a cock in your mouth the entire time. My dick was getting hard again and I couldn't get that thought ...ut of my head. I just kept thinking about that big cock I saw in the bathroom and what it must feel like to suck it. It was driving me nuts. To make matters worse I noticed the guy's number was a campus number so their would be no problem meeting with him if I called. The urge grew and grew til I couldn't contain it anymore. I called the. A security meeting was arranged for late afternoon when Maktum and the French VIP Protection Squad would arrange the seating. Finally it was agreed with the Maître d' that the Emir would sit alone at an excellent table, normally for four, close to, but not actually on, the edge of the dance floor. At the table next to it would be the Ambassador and his party. Four tables round those would be Kobekistani and French bodyguards. The Maître d' wanted to have his most senior Chef de Station serve. She said she only played the slut because I seemed to enjoy it, but that she would never go beyond harmless teasing. That she wasn't 'that kind of girl', and so on. But I wouldn't let the fantasy go. I was unrelenting with constant reminders of how hot she looked, buying her increasingly revealing outfits, and telling her how excited I got when other men gawked at her. All that coupled with constant reminders of my fantasies about her doing good looking guys we'd casually meet or see at a. Rejection can be a strong motivator for a man’s interest. So out of the blue she is back. But no talk of affairs or sex, just friendship. Until I send her a sample of my writing – the kind of writing I post on this site – and all of a sudden she is getting hot and bothered. Makes a comment to me “too bad you weren’t interested in the threesome” – STOP RIGHT THERE!! I write back and say “who says I wasn’t interested?” Curiosity may have killed the cat, but in this case, curiosity fast-tracked.