When she comes back, I guarantee she'll be better behaved."With that the Emir turned his back on Thomas in obvious dismissal, and the solicitor hasten...d to return to their own suite. When he arrived he quickly noticed that his wife was a little drunk."Are we going to bed, darling?" she asked him, "I would like to go to bed with my husband." That won't be possible," said Thomas, frostily, "The Emir has sent for you."He paused."He says you have some punishment to come."This seemed to sober Emma. I opened my door and checked; no-one at all except in the near distance. I strolled around, banged my dick on the front of the car -- very macho! and getting laughs from my audience -- and then opened Hailey's door and offered her my hand.Hailey stood; her legs looking longer when exposed that way. She expected a kiss but I knelt and gripped her knees. Without warning, she could only put her hands on my head to steady herself and that was enough for me to be able to stand and lift her smoothly. I patted her butt as she walked past."Hey!" she cried, still walking away. "None of that, now! And no masturbating, either!" No fibbing!" I called to her. She flipped me off.Well, I thought. That was kind of a fun afternoon.( . Y . )I got out of the shower. Yes, it was mostly a cold one. I had to get this thing back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure didn't want to lose! Ok, truth be told, I'm sure that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my life. But... shit... it wasn't. Whilst the cheerleaders and jocks did the requisite stupid teenage sexual dysfunction thing, a significant portion of her class spent their high-school years focused on Caitlin. Ethan Connor wondered if she understood the effect her tight sweater had on him. Freddie Dinsley wondered if she knew he could see her surprisingly racy underwear that one time in Science when she’d kept her legs uncrossed the whole class. It wasn’t just the boys wondering. Mr. Ealings, her divorced middle-aged History.