"Steve, you've arrived" said Margaret and kissed me on the cheek...My eyes were popping out of my head as Margaret was only wearing a gold bikini and ...antastic black high heels "Alan, this is Steve" he came over and shook my hand "pleased to meet you, Tony told me that Debbie is quite taken with you, have you met Lucy? "Lucy works as my PA, she is a very naughty girl, I think you'll like her" he gave me a wink and poured me a glass of Bollinger.We had a couple of drinks and I spoke to Alan. I inhaled her sweet musky aroma, it was intoxicating and I ran my tongue between her pussy lips, from her perineum to her clit. She flinched from the sensation. I pursed my lips around one of her inner labia and gently sucked it into my mouth, massaging it between my lips.“Ohhh,” Fiona moaned and wiggled her hips. I pushed my tongue into her vaginal opening and pussy juice ran out. It was slick and sweet with a slight hint of cinnamon. I circled my tongue around then thrust it in further. Fiona. I started to believe it myself. Little tremoring nerve responses fired along my body and erotic flashes rippled through my mind in a slowly growing rhythm. “Watch me,” she whispered at the camera. I watched. Her hands slid easily up and across her body as if it were slick with perfumed oil and she were an annointed slave girl awaiting command. Her eyes lowered and she whispered low. “I want you to watch me. I want to watch you.” “Watch me watching you...” I'm still newish to the hi-tech. " No. Must visit with no hunt. Planning, always look first, my husband tell me," she explained."Oh. Well it's never been done, but I will ask the Emir, may he live for ever, for permission."Ramzy El-Najjar felt his interview to pass on her request to the young Emir was instructive; it told him a great deal about the young man's way of thinking. It showed him to be a true sportsman, at least in the matter of the hunt."Yes," he said, "It is a reasonable request and she can be a much better quarry.