Once finished, Melanie put on a real pajama, left for her by Uncle Josh. He had also got her a light blue terrycloth robe along with some basic toilet...ies. Once the nurse left her, Melanie sat on her bed in her robe. Knowing the person she'd hit made things even worse for her, and the brief high she'd felt over getting clean again quickly evaporated. There was a young man who might never walk again and it was her fault.She could only imagine what the press would say once the full story became. Kitten couldn't help but look at his cock. She had to stop herself from dropping to her knees right then and there. She knew he was hungry so she held off. They sat down to eat. The silence was comfortable as they looked into each other's eyes. Staring at his beautiful Kitten naked in front of him, Sir felt his cock growing hard. He followed the curvy outline of her body with his eyes, enjoying the view and the way she blushed. She stared back, watching his cock grow, and her eyes grew dark. I will help you into the clothing his lord has chosen for the evening. Isabelle reclines on a chaise lounge, contemplating the young man and attempting to ignore her buzzing clit. The robe parts slightly, revealing her inner thigh to the mans now obviously staring eyes. Have you ever had a woman? she asks. No. I am untrained and am not allowed a woman until I have successfully achieved my schooling. Schooling? I am to be a pleasure servant in the lords castle. I cannot pierce a womans flesh. "Nonsense," said the Emir, "We are all family here. That is only necessary in public, Mustapha. After all, you don't do it in private, so why should she?" She is not the Crown Prince," he replied, "merely a woman." She is my first born," said the Emir firmly, "And you two will not fight. I order it."Dinner was very strained and there were two separate conversations, one between the Emir and his son, and the other between the Emir and his daughter. Neither of the young people addressed a single.