‘Thank god I didn't check a bag,’ she thought as they walked hand in hand to his truck. He opened the door and she climbed in, she pulled him in f...r a deep passionate kiss. Their tongues quickly started to explore each other, hands began roaming – she reached in his pants and felt how hard he was, she rubbed her thumb over his tip and could feel the pre-cum starting to drip. She leaned back in her seat and opened her legs wide. Instead of following her lead, he gently pushed her legs together. He’s got a sick kid at home and his wife is off visiting her sister. So it’s just the four of us. We’ll play tennis and eat later, sound good?”It was good, although after two sets that afternoon in heat that was relentless I was ready to give up. Natalia seemed as though she was just getting started, and Alberto Luís and his wife were playing steadily. We’d each won a set. There was no help for it, we had one more to play.The maid had brought out lemonade when we finished the second set and we. It would be wholly in character that the impulsive young man would suddenly visit the barracks, but he was far too sensible of the political and social niceties to visit an inferior brothel. As for taking one of the women back to the Golden Palace, that was truly preposterous. Still, the story had to have some truth in it, and it would seem that an explanation might be that the young Emir had tired of his grandfather's concubines, as was only to be expected, and wished to build a harem of his. I didn’t tell her about Michelle.Work Saturday was like usual, but with no lunch date. Sitting there eating my sandwich alone drove home just how badly I had screwed up. I missed Jennifer so much, but I couldn’t do anything about it at this point. The only solace I had was that I got to sit next to her in the cafeteria. But we still weren’t friends again.Once I finished lunch I quickly got in a better mood. I was going to see Michelle and that was going to be fun. I could have a good time with.