I never knew such pleasure could come from my beautiful tits.Chantelle took pictures from all angles of my boobs, from the side, from above and below ...nd even from between my legs. I was getting more excited by the minute and felt like when I had my first kiss. I was certain that my panty was sopping wet.Then the moment of truth arrived. Chantelle told me to remove my skirt and sit on the desk in just my small black thong. I saw the dark wet patch on the gusset between my legs. I gathered all. “Do it, my son. Ahhh… do your Maa.”“Maa, are we doing the right thing?” Vishal asked, the look of horror and self-doubt evident on his face.“This used to be your home a few years ago,” I answered, pointing at my cunt, “This is where you came from. There is no harm in returning to your home, beta.”My words of approval injected courage into him. He grabbed my boobs tight and began ramming my pussy in full motion. My eyes rolled back, my hands moving all over my head.I was finally getting fucked. I would roll her sweet huge nipples around in my spit soaked fingers. She would let spit hang from her mouth and drip on her big nips. Now that the sky is completely dark other than the moon in the distance there's no other light. We decide to completely strip and fuck some more. She ordered me to get down on the floor with my hard cock facing up. I obliged and she slowly struts across the deck in her high heeled fuzzy slippers proudly with her big firm tits glistening in the moist air, which. As the Emir entered the two women dropped into full obeisance while Robinson remained standing, stiff as a statue, as he would do whoever entered the room.When asked about this later by a curious Chief Eunuch, he explained, "A butler is not a person when he is on duty; he is merely an animated piece of furniture, and the table does not make obeisance."Dinner proceeded normally, or as normally as it can when the two women are almost naked, until the main course was almost finished. The Emir.