A short time later the dryer buzzed I excused myself as I was leaning into the dryer my thong was exposed and he was standing right behind me saying I...think it's time I make a move and reached down and started rubbing my ass. I moaned as his fingertips were probing my sweet hole, I then stood up turned around said I think the laundry can wait and we started making out as we were kissing I reached down and started rubbing his cock we then walked to the bedroom groping each other we continued. "Let's start with an easy one," she says brightly, tapping her foot. "Who are you?" "I'm Harold," I answer; too curious to find out what she's doing to protest any further. "Harold," she nods and smiles, a bead of spit flies out of her mouth and lands on the tip of my nose. "And who is Harold?" "Harold is all kinds of crazy different people, I guess. I kind of change to fit my surroundings." "Do you?" "Well, yeah. It's kind of funny you go and ask me that cause I'm always wondering the. "Brent chuckled. "I don’t think that’ll be a problem. I think a few days of sitting by the ocean sipping margaritas will be just fine for me."Samantha humphed, and said teasingly, "I don’t want to be stuck in meetings all day, I want to be back here sitting by the pool drinking margaritas too."Now it was Brent’s turn to grin toothily, "Dear, if you were back here during the day, we probably wouldn’t be sitting by the pool all that much." He cut off a chunk of ham and chomped it off the end of. When she thought about it, she could not remember any men being in the harem precincts except the Emir.Then there was a young girl, perhaps her own age, but made up to look much younger. She looked oddly American in that she was wearing a white smock of fine muslin which reached down to her knees and was not in the least transparent. She had an air of total terror about her, with a determination not to show it which made an oddly endearing combination.The Emir came into the room from his.