Thank you, Shelly." You're welcome. For what?" For making me Nadia," she replied. "I've never loved someone so deeply and so completely before. It's s... important to me to care for someone the way I do Mohamed. I didn't know what I was missing." I told you, I didn't do the magic, but I'll tell the girls what you said."I was happy for her. I decided to try to prevent Mohamed's death. That meant that I would have to go before the Witches and Wizards Council. I was willing to do that. What I didn't. After the embassy driver left her in the Throne Room, at her insistence, she had waited less than a minute when the Emir came into the room and sat on his throne. She immediately rose and walked over to him."Ah, Ms. Boush," the Emir said, "Shall we go somewhere a little less formal and a little smaller?"They moved from the huge throne-room into a side room which was a comfortably appointed sitting room where she immediately took off her abaya."Why do you keep women as slaves and why do you have. She stood for a moment enjoying the beauty of it all, until the chill raised goose bumps across her bare skin. She grabbed her robe, pulling its soft fleece tightly around her, ran a comb through her hair and a brush over her teeth, and made her way noiselessly down the stairs. The coffee was ready and she whispered a prayer of thanks for the man who invented coffee makers with timers. The rich aroma and the smooth taste brought her a little further out of sleep’s fog. She carried her cup to. After we had viewed most every shrub sculpture she asked with a smile “Would you like to see my trimmed bush now?” and she began to unbutton her dress revealing the reason for her novel tit shape. Her bra was the style of the ‘50s. I had jerked off to many models wearing that very style of bra, but I had never seen it in person. My cock grew immediately at the site of this new, yet old, piece of eroticism. Then she sat on the wall and slowly pulled apart her dress. Her stockings were held.