~"Does she now. Well girl, what should I call you?" he asked, switching to English."My Master calls me whatever he wishes. My grandfather calls me Zei...ab," was the careful and correct reply.Addressing Ramzy, the Emir asked, "And is she trained to the whip?" Master, I have not used her that way, but I assure you she will be pleased to be whipped if it is the Emir's pleasure."The Emir nodded to the Chief Eunuch and the girl was quickly bent over the divan with her arse high in the air. A second. Jean daydreamed, grinding her clit against the woman’s soft tongue, up and down, smearing her with cream, using her tongue as a living vibrator. She blinked twice. Their magic was infectious.Fuck. I need to concentrate.Jean’s pussy ached with need, slowly leaking through her panties. She could start to smell her desire, smoky, sweet, sexy. What that woman would taste like – her soft sweet cherry lips, her alabaster skin salty with sweat, her bright nipples and her dainty nether lips puckering. Thankfully her Norse background made the understanding of multiple universes and multiple Earths easy for her to accept. She was even accepting of the fact that the residents of the other Earth were kidnapping people from other Earths and dumping them helter-skelter about Game World. In a low curse Ingrid suggested bluntly that the people of the other Earth were the spawn of Loki. I didn't disagree with her. From informing her about the reality of Game World I got into my mission on the planet.. Yeah, that's his bailiwick. Oh yeah, that's Doctor Wagner. I remember someone griping about him insisting on the title. He's so full of himself that he's probably positive his shit doesn't stink. He's also a smart son-of-a-bitch, it looks like. He damn sure has enough education and a whole string of published articles — none in the last few years, though. It must be a real pisser to not be able to publish the things he's found out on his missions, Richardson thought as he chuckled. Yeah,.