I'll see you in jail for assault," she spluttered."I doubt that," the Emir said, "I can do no wrong here. Now I repeat, please remove your clothing. I... my servants do it, it may well get damaged." No!"In seconds she was held still while a eunuch used a razor-sharp sword to slit her clothing from top to bottom. From the moment the blade went through her leather belt as though it were butter, she did not dare move a muscle for fear of being cut in half. The summer dress was in shreds. Her. In spite of what you've read, women don't usually like the "trying to taste my lunch" kisses men so often think is passionate. A woman's passion builds more slowly. A gentle kiss encouraging her to be the aggressor will often raise her level of excitement. Willy was ready for this role and her kisses foretold sweet things to follow. We stayed a bit longer, now holding hands, occasionally leaning closer to let our lips and tongues explore. "Come to my room with me?" I asked tentatively. She. Every time they danced the guy had his hands all over Staci and she did nothing to stop him. About two hours later I saw the guy call for the check and I went outside and got ready to follow them again, but all they did was start the car and drive back to a dark corner of the parking lot. I watched as they started necking and after about five minutes Staci disappeared from view and half a minute later I saw her legs come up. I guess I should have called ahead and let Staci know I was coming. An. ‘Get me off. Please, get me off.’ She pulled her panties right down to her knees and spread her legs. ‘Oh, God, stick your finger in. Get me off!’ Believe me, that hole was tight and juicy. I got my left forefinger in all the way, right to the hilt, with my right arm around her shoulder, like a very affectionate couple just sitting together in a bar. This must be some crazy fetish with her, wanting to get her gun off in a bar booth. I was willing to bet she’d done it before. Probably a lot..