" Well yes, at Buckingham Palace, but..." started Pauline and then broke off.After a moment she added quietly, "Oh, I see. It really hadn't sunk in th...t way you know. He is the King, isn't he? And people will do things for him the way people do for our Queen?" Yes," said Zubeydeh, "my son has become the King here. Tonight you sleep between silk sheets bearing the royal crest of the Emir of Kobekistan. You could be Queen here for the asking. It is a terrible responsibility; not sleeping with the. Her drunken beady eyes looking towards the clock upon the kitchen wall. It read 1:36. She was about 5'5 and had a petiti but rounded and curved figure. Her breasts in the small cup range, but they looked good. Matching her body perfectly and were just the right side. Her backside being the same. Not too big, but not too small. Just rounded right and perky with her age of just 18. She had just come back from a night out with her friends. Booze and laughs, it was a good time. Wearing a black. In your case, I've come to disrespect you a great deal and believe you have cost this hotel a great deal of money. You may disrobe and leave now. Go away, never come back."The kid looked at the manager with a question on his face and the manager said, "Please do as Mr. Sharp suggests. He is the majority owner."I laughed, "Shoot, I didn't know that."The kid now looked worried and said as he left, "I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't know."I said to the man, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that was your son. Hope. As much of a scientist as Chris had been up to this point, a glimpse in his direction was all it took to see the hard-on he was sporting right then. "Aren't you ready to fuck me yet?" I asked him."Oh, no. No fucking. It's all you right now. Sit back up and get your fingers all in it."I watched as my own well-manicured fingers slid down my slit, back and forth across my clit, slow and soft at first, but then quicker, in small, gentle circles around and over the little knob. I could see my cunt.