Have her carried off to his harem. The possibilities were endless...She was brought back to earth by the Emir repeating his question, "Would you like ...ome coffee?"She nodded, unable to speak for the moment.The Emir sat on an ordinary chair and waved for her to do likewise. As they sat she looked around, seeing a small throne on a dais at the far end of the large room, close to which there were a number of men waiting patiently."Are these your advisors, Your Magnificence?" she asked."Oh, no.. Don’t give any shit Megan. That’s my price and it Non-negotiable. You’ve taken business classes, I’m sure you know what that means.”Megan started crying. She stood in front of her brother and cried like a baby. Albert started feeling guilty. He didn’t know what possessed him to say and demand such an act from his little sister. He wanted to get her back but not like this. He wanted to humiliate her and get his revenge. He figured he had done enough damage to her. He figured he would just. I did find that my monthlies returned to a regular schedule. It seemed that all of that riding around on horseback had messed up my rhythm, but a few months off that damned horse had fixed me back to normal. The monthlies were a damned nuisance, but I did feel better overall.That is, until I started getting sick every morning. Shit, this sort of thing never happened to me before, so I was kind of worried. I mentioned the problem to one of my women friends who happened to be a midwife. She. She was sitting really close to me and her thighs were rubbing my thighs.I was able to see her cleavage and she dint mind about it. She was explaining each and every photo like when and where it was taken and I was busy watching her. I kept my hand on her thighs as if I ‘m holding the album. She dint give any reactions. I started rubbing her thighs slowly and she kept the album aside. Without wasting time, I held her neck gently and brought her near me and kissed her juicy lips. I dint want to.