When she had finally chosen which one she thought suited her best, she was led back to where the Emir waited for her."Excellent," he said, "I like it....That will do."They left the boutique with Paulette's mind in a whirl, and she did not notice Maktum supervising the loading of some parcels in the boot of the Rolls. They drove off and stopped outside a jewellers in the Faubourg St. Honoré. This also was miraculously open and she was fitted with a necklace, new earrings and, for the first time in. Hearing someone come along the path behind her, she turned and saw the Emir approaching.'Oh, shit, ' she thought, 'I expect he's deciding who to fuck tonight. I hope it isn't me.'Her worries were unfounded as the Emir had never really enjoyed unwilling women in his bed. A concubine who was eager to please, or 'raping' a woman who pretended to fight him was exciting, but a frigid woman who just lay there and let him was not his cup of tea."Ah, Fatima," he said."Oh, Master. What a surprise," she. Miss coos at meas she holds the dress open and lifts it slowly over my head. I gasp asthe cool satin drapes falls over me and comes to rest on the petticoats,she feeds my arms in to the sleeves and I feel the zipper start to travelup the back. I hold the apron as instructed and the bow she ties behindme knees it in place, finally, finally I start to feel good about myself.I kneal where she points and feel her hands tug at the neck, is sheadjusting it? I can't feel anything wrong back there. . Whilst keeping his mouth focussed on her breasts and kissing her upper body, he slowly slid his hand down her body and began to caress the outside of her thighs, drawing circles with his fingers and making long sweeping movements along the length of each thigh. His head followed down to her stomach area and then began to gently kiss and rub over her skin. Pulling her towards the edge of the bed and then kneeling himself down on the floor at the end of it. With both hands now free, he let them.