Ramzy El-Najjar was entirely at a loss to know why his friend had been singled out for such an honour. Later that day he was utterly astonished to be ...alled to the Golden Palace himself, though only to see Kamal Qumsiyeh, the Head of Protocol to the Emir. Still the Head of Protocol could, presumably, arrange an audience if 'persuaded' by a suitable inducement to do so.Ramzy El-Najjar was finally convinced that he had lost all of his senses when he was told that the Emir wished to host his. He groans and tells his mistress that it would be awful. I lean down close to him. I lightly touch his strong back. I whisper softly in his ear to open his eyes and look up. Standing there beside me, holding a video camera is his girlfriend’s mother. We all live in the same neighborhood. That’s how this whole thing between he and I came to be. Of course he can’t tell his friends about us. We can't exactly go out together. He can’t take me to bars full of college aged people. Our relationship is. "Wow...that's an interesting, uh, side effect." Cleaned and ready, Juliana ripped a condom from the strip and opened the package. On all fours, she crawled over to David and pushed him down onto the carpet. She sucked the last traces of cum off of his still-hard cock and then slipped the condom down over his shaft. He laughed slightly at the color, which was bright red. Juliana kneeled over David's prone body and rubbed her pussy up and down his sheathed cock, using her hand to press it firmly. “Just how much irrelevant data do you record?”She nodded. “Quite a bit, actually. I’m beginning to understand why you don’t recall every detail with perfect clarity.”“And that is?” I asked.She rubbed her temple. “It’s giving me a headache.”I frowned. “Is that a joke or are you really in pain?”She looked at her own hand. “Well, I don’t actually feel anything. I just understand that is what I should be experiencing.”“And if you really had a headache?” I asked.She looked at me. “Then something.