Holding her tightly, I bury myself to my balls in her in one move. Her moan? sigh? scream? was very audible, and I knew it escaped the guestroom into ...he rest of the house."Oh... fuck me!" Her voice was louder. I knew that foreplay was out of the question. Tightening my grip on her ass cheeks again, I pulled her harder into me and began to stroke her hard. Pulling her ass un-hooded her clitoris, and rotated it downward to rub on my cock as I plowed her. Her arms were so tight around my neck I. It hadn't been an hour, it had been almost three. Whoa! We got up and started walking out the shop and to the car. As we had just got out of the shop, Brad held my hand. A shiver of excitement ran through my whole body and I felt weak at the knees with happiness. He looked at me and smiled. Probably checking if I was okay with him holding my hand. OF COURSE I WAS! He opened my door for me and let me sit on the sit then went round the other side and got in. We drove home with no awkwardness.. " What is this place, and who are all these?" asked Charlotte."The is the harem of His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever, my husband, and these are his wives and concubines," replied Ayda, "But first things first. A hot bath, some clothes and some food, I think."Charlotte allowed herself to be led into a bathing area and submitted to being bathed and shaved, still in a daze. When she came out of the bath she felt quite a lot better and when Ayda offered her some. She knew I like Coopers.A couple of times, she said things like " I trust you but I don't really know you. Please be respectful and keep me safe." I did. I no longer have any of the pics, but fuck me, I sometimes wish I'd kept them! But I did respect her, and wanted her to feel safe.So I returned to Australia every 6 months or so, for family events and sometimes work, and in early 2009, I let her know I would be back in town, and sent her all my details and times. She went very shy. I didn't.