Apart from the laptop, nothing seemed to be missing.“Maybe we should ask the Khafama,” suggested Omar.“Oh, I will. Where is that little...”I n...edn’t have asked. The Khafama appeared, with a devious grin.“Did you do this?” asked Omar, in Arabic. I could understand most of the answer:“Yes, Your Royal Highness. I inspected this room for alcohol and drugs. I am sorry to report he had changed the lock. We had to force it. And he added THIS!”He held up the Sherlock lock in triumph.“Where’s my. His attention was captured for a moment by the shifting of her long sexy legs beneath the shortness of her blue jean mini skirt, his eyes traveling down her tanned legs to the strappy sandals tied around her ankles and then back up across her flat belly and the piercing that glimmered in the passing car lights, up over her beaded halter top to take in her long blonde hair. He cleared his throat some, turning his head as he tried to focus on the road. ‘So, what do you do Brandy? Got a job?. " He was sitting in the living room watching TV. I figured I'd come in and join him. My dad and I were very close, so spending time with each other wasn't new. I walked in the living room and I look at him. He was sitting on the sofa stroking his huge cock right infront of me! My pussy started to get wet automatically. "Hey, daddy," I said as I sat down next to him. He didn't stop playing with himself but he replied, "Hey, honey, can you get something for me?" "Yes, daddy, anything," I said. Even though she hadn't done anything with her hair except pull it back in a pony tail, the rays of the sun played about her head like a halo. A tube top and a very tight pair of shorts left very little to the imagination, and stylish sandals protected the soles of her feet from the scorching pavement.Renée leaned against the frame of the door and looked me over. The heat of the Texas summer rolled in and I noticed the light sheen of sweat on her skin. I stepped back and she followed. After.