"What do you mean? You will be hunted again in about four or five weeks." No. Must visit with no hunt. Planning, always look first, my husband tell me..." she explained."Oh. Well it's never been done, but I will ask the Emir, may he live for ever, for permission."Ramzy El-Najjar felt his interview to pass on her request to the young Emir was instructive; it told him a great deal about the young man's way of thinking. It showed him to be a true sportsman, at least in the matter of the hunt."Yes,". Theyears as his apprentice, study often interrupted to satisfy whateverperversions the man dreamed up. In the end she had been so ready to befree of him that she had willingly accepted the gifting that had placedher between Learic's sheets, uncaring what favours the man bought withher body or that her ordeal had resulted in the public humiliation shehad once sought to deny. Eagerly did she accept the title Whore ofGoscaire, if it meant no longer being Veldorme's toy.Further soul searching led. Her hands curled in His hair as she ground her hips slowly against Him. The heat increased between her thighs and she trailed her hands to the hem of His shirt, playing with it before slipping it over His head, breaking the lock His lips had over her nipples. After she tossed His shirt to the side, she moved her hands once again to the back of His head and guided Him back to her chest. He looked up at her and grinned before sucking her hard nubs back into His mouth, nibbling them, running. I tried not to think too much about it though. Apart from a few glances, which were perfectly normal for any male, he had been very polite and well-behaved. I did not feel threatened by him at all.Finally we reached the “garage”. I use quote marks because calling it a garage would be too effusive. It was just a small tin shack, probably no bigger than the average bedroom. There was a rusty signboard on top saying “Madinaah Atto Garriage” with some arabic phrases on it.Zahid put my scooter on.