The money was ridiculous, the classrooms were only half full, and they were short of teachers. There were not enough nuns, helpful parents, or even cl...aning staff.The week before school started I took in some cleaning supplies and swept the floor, emptied the trash, and washed the windows in my assigned classroom. I scrubbed the desks, washed the blackboard, and even brought in a box of chalk and two erasers. With the help of another teacher I found a ladder and changed the blown out light. Dave showered and changed into his khakis and a dress shirt, along with a light weight jacket that folded well, and yet didn’t hold creases once donned. He looked urbane, and went downstairs to partake of what the hotel advertised as the Wine Hour. The idea was for hotel guests to mingle and meet each other.Dave was not alone at the event, although it had started fifteen minutes before he arrived. About fifteen people were already there and in several conversation groups. A pretty black. George has bent down again and is sucking my tits hard. Tony is holding my head and forcing me to suck him harder. He's ready to explode. He gets up and walks behind me and squirts his load on my ass.Sammy rubs some of his cum in my ass and continues fucking me. George is stroking his cock and wants some of the pussy action. He pulls me down, I slide my pussy on his dick and my ass up in the air for Sammy. Sammy enters again and is fucking me harder than before.Tony comes back to my mouth. Finally it was agreed with the Maître d' that the Emir would sit alone at an excellent table, normally for four, close to, but not actually on, the edge of the dance floor. At the table next to it would be the Ambassador and his party. Four tables round those would be Kobekistani and French bodyguards. The Maître d' wanted to have his most senior Chef de Station serve the Emir, but Maktum was insistent that His Magnificence had specified that, "Paulette, who had previously served His.