That’s bread that looks sorta like pancakes or tortillas,” Amira told them. She looked at Nelson and said, “That’s why we made sure you washed...up before you dressed for dinner.”Barika took over, “It’s okay to use utensils if you want, but we wanted to be as authentic as possible. Nelson told us he liked chicken, so that’s the kebab. The rice dish is Kabuli Palaw. It’s Afghanistan’s national dish and has lamb, raisins, pistachios, and slivered carrots.”“My favorite is mantu. That’s the steamed. I love it: I love guys to see my hard cock and my nakedness. That’s why I do all the training to keep myself in shape. The other has his towel down, stroking his stiffness, mouth half open, eyes moving between my cock and my face. I look into the eyes of both of them. I hold out a hand towards each.They stand, look at the other, both with jutting hard cock. They nod, and come towards me.I wet my lips, smile, and close my eyes.A hard cock slides into each waiting hand, two hands hold my shaft,. Hill smiled. “There’s walks in the park, scratches behind the ears, meeting your friends—”“And sniffing butts.” Claire giggled.“Yes, and sniffing butts,” Mrs. Hill gave a resigned smile and thought, ‘Oh, how youth is wasted on the young.’“Is Candice still coming to pick up her dog tomorrow?” Mrs. Hill asked, changing the subject.“Yeah,” Claire said. “Candy’s getting impatient and Prince is as ready as he is going to be. I’ve been training him every night, and I’m exhausted. He’s very, uh…,. "She looks tired, Far, You should get her some fresh air." I think I will. You three staying?" I think we'll go back to our quarters. We've amused the Poles enough."Catty felt the now empty mug taken from her. She smiled at her friends, receiving theirs in return as Far gently guided her out of the room. Her body, of its own accord, leaned against him. He was so ... so Far. That was the only way she could find to describe him."This way, Your Highness."The blast of cool, even cold, air hit her.