Oh how we would talk. Well, ok, after I decided to stop running away and realized that a friend would be nice to have. After all, everyone needs a fri...nd. Oh the hours of conversations we would have. It was so nice to be able to talk to someone, to share my thoughts, my desires, and yes my fantasies with. Even better that you were able to as well. We really got to know each other during those long night conversations. I wouldn’t trade that for anything. The day came when we had decided to meet.. We had to find somewhere else to fuck or we were going to wind up doing in it public.Then she said she had keys to the box office for the theater and no one would be there now. Deciding it was better then nothing, we made a break for the theater; we had never had sex in a semi-public place before (together anyway; I had another partner in college who was really into that, but that's another story). She fumbled for the keys as we made out in the empty lobby, we shut the door, and she jumped up. .. err ... Emir; it is our privilege to have you here and bearing good news I understand."The Emir looked blankly at the Master and continued, "I see you have arranged a typically dreary sample of Oxford weather for me, Master."Just as the Master decided it was a joke, and prepared to laugh, the gong sounded and they all trooped into hall where the Emir was seated next to the Master at High Table. The Master expressed surprise that he was not wearing what he referred to as 'traditional. “You will start to find yourself feeling more and more horny whenever you are around Paul”“How will you start to feel Marie, when you are around Paul?”“more and more horny” she mumbled, her face distinctly flushing“You haven’t yet had sex with Paul, but you want to have sex with him”“yes”“How do you feel about Paul?”“I want to have sex with him”“Does that idea excite you?”“Yes”“you can’t wait to feel his cock inside you”“Yes”Marie started to squirm a little as she was being held, obviously she.