As for you, I can guarantee you willnever assume the throne. You will do what I say if you want to live. DOyou think they will accept you after you ar... seen wearing your sisterspink outfits. The ministers will never allow you to run our country. Nowput this on, Princess Yasmine."In less than twenty minutes, he was adorned in his sisters cute pinkprayer outfit. It was humiliating. His head was even covered in her pinkhijab. He was wearing a pink traditional Arabian woman's Abayah. An Arabstyle. Picking up the phone, I didn't even get two words out before she cut me off."Dean, you have to help me!" said Katie, whispering into the phone."Nice to finally talk to you Ms. Holmes. What's wrong?" I said, feigning interest. Probably dented her car or something."It's this guy I'm with. I met him last night at a club and got a ride back to his house. I fucked him, but then afterwards he started doing some strange shit that I wasn't into. When I told him I wanted to go home, he slammed me. The water was a little beyond warm, it felt great. The bubbles swirled around her legs; she leaned her head back and sank lower. Her fingers found the edge of her suit and tugged it over, plenty of give. He'd need access. She smiled and wondered if she could maneuver her pussy in front of one of the jets. Would it be too hot?She stood, turned and knelt on the built-in bench. She spread her legs a little and essentially straddled the stream of water pumping from the opening. Her fingers splayed. “I can’t believe you just did that!” she exclaimed.“I’m just following orders, M’am,” I replied with a wicked smile. “Let’s use his roll-top desk,” I suggested.“Great idea!” she said, bouncing up from the couch, oblivious to the wet area remaining on his pirate costume. She sat up on the edge of his desk, her back to the rolled up top with her arms spread out to grasp the sides. I arranged her so I could slide right back inside, and after several strokes with enough force to rock the desk a.