Furthermore when I ask you about these matters you do not show proper respect, but stand there like a donkey that knows no master."Ayda sank to her kn...es and pressed her forehead to the floor."Master, please forgive me. I will learn to be a proper wife to you," she said."You will indeed," said the Emir, moving round to one side of her and lifting the hem of her harem gown from her back and draping it over her head.Her buttocks and back were thus revealed, and he reached below her cleft, pushed. I went back into the lounge and settled myself down to watch whatever crap Saturday night TV could throw at me.Four glasses of Chateau Toutigeac later I dozed off just as Arnie set off to save the world; or at least his part of it.****************************My phone buzzed violently on the coffee table in front of me. I snorted in a deep breath and looked around to get my bearings. My mouth was already dry from the dehydrating effects of the wine and I rolled my tongue around my mouth and. It began with weekends and progressed to a couple evenings a week. Now she spends Friday night until Sunday evening and practically every weekday evening with us. About the only time we don't see her is if she has a special assignment at work or is working on a college project.My sex life has definitely taken a positive turn. The times I spend with Jessie are special. She is eager to learn new things and I am her willing teacher. She still comes to me after her baths, naked, hair brush in hand,. ‘Thanks Ms. Thompson. Yeah, I am.’ ‘She’s upstairs in her room dear… and for the millionth time, call me Helen!’ ‘Thanks Helen!’ I said with a smile before kicking my shoes off and running up the stairs to Jamie’s room. I knocked on the door gently and waited. The door opened slowly to reveal Jamie’s smile. Subdued in comparison to her usual but still present. ‘Hi.’ The greeting was shy and quiet but warm. ‘Hey Jamie… can I come in?’ Her head nodded and she stepped aside, opening the door wider.