How would you like to help with supper?"She, still sobbing, nodded her head and we all trooped out to the kitchen. I had planned on making spaghetti f...r supper so I set the girls to work boiling the noodles and browning the Italian sausage. I fixed up the garlic bread and put it into the toaster oven ready to toast. I set the table for three and broke out the cokes and glasses. I dumped a jar of mushroom flavored spaghetti sauce into the pan with the sausage and had Cathy set it to simmer while. We were chatting when my mobile rang for SMS. I read it “Hi Isha you are looking sexy tonight, I am going to get you on all fours and fuck you from behind till you become my bitch,” It was Rohit, my casual boyfriend. Rohit was in the recovery section of my bank and he was a handsome hunk with a huge appetite for women. The only time when he had fucked me was on his birthday and the next day I had spent walking bowlegged. If he was going to do the work on me tonight I was all for it. However, at. This means you are staying for a long time. Good, I am happy.”“Excellent, Your Royal Highness. Salaam.”“Salaam! Yes! Good night!”Well, at least someone was glad to see me.Thursday, July 16th. Al Ahsa Intercontinental. (Richly.Stamp.Reach.)I slept very, very well. And long, too. I think I was out before ten, and I woke up at eight. A solid ten hours of sleep! When was the last time that happened? Puberty, probably.As the hotel had a coffee corner with sandwiches, I decided I’d have breakfast. ‘And lie back like I told you! Stick that big cock up! I wondered what she was going to do. She was holding the rag in place and walking up my outstretched legs. Her legs were open and her eyes were sort of clouded as she looked down at me … and pulled the bl**d-stained rag away ‘Here,’ she said. ‘HERE IT IS.’ and showed herself to me.’Here you are. This is what you want.’ She was breathing heavily and her face was pink. ‘S o now that you’ve seen what you want, I’ll show you what to do with it’.