The rooms had been fitted up in strict accordance with Oriental ideas; the floors were covered with the richest carpets Turkey could produce; the wall... hung with brocaded silk of the most magnificent designs and texture; while around each chamber luxurious divans were placed, with piles of soft and yielding cushions, that needed only to be arranged at the pleasure or convenience of such as sought repose. Haidee and three French maids, and one who was a Greek. The first three remained constantly. Julie was one of them, and she obviously had no idea why she was there. The guy with her was dragging her along with an iron grip on her upper arm. I saw her eyes widen as she realized it was me. Finally, when we were about 20 feet apart, we stopped as if we were gunslingers from the Wild West.I turned to Carrie."You remember your instructions," I said rather than asked."Yes, master," she nodded. "Four days." You have my changeling," the man called out, putting a sneer into that South American. **He saw her silhouette across the dance floor as she entered from outside and felt his eagerness jump. A small petite girl with long hair, small breasts, and perky butt. Just what he liked. He waited till she crossed the dancefloor to meet up with her laughing friends, hugging and kissing her arrival before pushing a cocktail into her hand. She almost got lost between the beauties around her was it not for the sensual way that she moved. She wore a tiny designer black cocktail dress that ended. She started rubbing her foot up and down my leg. I was so hard, it was getting uncomfortable in my jeans. She opened her legs wider and I saw up her dress. Her pussy was swollen and dark. I moved to reach up and touch it and her legs snapped shut."No. Not here. I'm too nervous."I wanted to respect her comfort- after all, this was her first time doing anything like this. "Okay," I said, "I'll just look at you- here in public." She shivered when I said that, but opened her legs again. I went.