"I know very little, but apparently she is the Emir's oldest daughter, older even than Crown Prince Mustapha," replied the Chief Eunuch."Why have I ne...er heard of her?" Presumably for the same reason that I had no knowledge of her. The Emir has never mentioned her to me. I vaguely remember an English girl visiting the Emir just after his accession, and apparently this is her daughter, who has lived and been brought up in England. She didn't know who her father was until a few weeks ago,". "I'm glad you were today! That was great. I know I LOVED it!" Meaning giving them each a blow job."Yeah," 'Pancho' said, "you suck cock good, man!" Yes," I said in reply, "I know I do!" We gotta go now," Jorge said, and they began walking away, but I told them about my glory hole, and that they might like to drop by sometime---if they were even "in the mood", as I said. I gave them the email address I used so that interested parties could contact me. I had an ink pen and piece of scrap paper I. The following eve, with trepidation, I went to the old woman’s home. The young man was already there, and obviously in a state of sexual excitement, caused by him showing off the four pictures he had prepared of me. In one, I was fully clothed, in the others I was naked; Two showed me standing viewed from front and back and the third showed me posed as an odalisque lying recumbent across the sofa. I thought they looked very tasteful and sexy, and easily explained the bulge in the young man’s. His other hand moved down to his cock, once more moving it slowly up and down it's length, me standing before him with his finger in my mouth and not knowing if to run or keep going. He removed the finger from my mouth and placed his hand on my hair, motioning me towards his cock. I moved closer, the smell of sweaty balls filling my nostrils.He moved my head and placed his cock on my lips. I parted them and let it in. Slowly I started playing with my tongue over his cockhead. It tasted awful.