Hope you understand my apprehension.No response till couple of days made me slightly uncomfortable and unnecessarily scratching my head on pros and co...s of other ways to have handled the situation. Got my revert after a week giving me his phone number and desired details.I was contemplating on how to take it forward but every morning affair was simultaneously playing with my mind. Iss gave me a lot of courage to come out of shell and risking to initiate. I repeated the same thing with our maid. The imaginary sultan (for that is who would invariably reveal himself to be) was impeccable in his attention to detail. Everything was accounted for in the retelling of her kidnapping. She was never alone — sultans had harems, naturally (sometimes friends and sometimes the women who had looked at her in passing while their husbands struggled to pick out doorknobs). They would wear chains, or silken ropes which did not permit them to leave the area in which they lived. They might have sumptuous. More than any other women in the world, he'd love to have i****tuous sex not only with his mother but also with his sister.In the way that most, young men his age love, adore, follow, and have sexual crushes on celebrities, Brett loved, adored, followed, and had sexual crushes on his mother and sister. He loved his mother and sister but not as a son should love his mother and not as a brother should love his sister. He loved his mother and sister as would a man love a woman. Only, his love for. Hanging. Moist. Wanting. "Do you FANCY me?" she asked, looking like she might be offended and run off crying if I said no. (She was playing it up)I nodded, and smiled, and blushed lividly. "Come to bed with me, then" she held her hand out, invitingly "IF you come to my bed, I AM going to FUCK you,and I will want YOu to go down on ME, the lot. Lots of sticky juicy, all-girl orgasms. If you come to my bed."I almost asked what 'fucking me' consisted ofI figured if I took her hand, she'd.