I was less than amused at what was happening. Why was he in the dressing room with me? I'm not a little k** anymore. And why did he want my phone? Rel...ctantly, I fished it out of my pocket and handed it to him. I couldn't see what he was doing but he was looking for something on it. His face then showed discouragement and my heart starts to race. He showed me what he had found. It was a picture I sent to Frank. A picture of me nude in the bathroom. I froze. I couldn't speak and felt like I. "The words you are looking for are: I love you, Nova," she pointed out before her hands came to my crotch. "Oh, do I feel some juice down there, Mina? Would that be because of me?" she pondered, scrubbing that spot. "Don't worry, you can disclose it. Tell your fiancé's step sister. Let her know that you want to fuck her again; she won't judge you," she whispered, prior to closing the gap between us.I took an extra deep breath. "Yes, it is because of you, Nova. The pun completely fits you, as. "Yes, find me something a little riper for now but I will have her back, when it's convenient you understand, as I am a little short on hostesses. Hunting takes its toll of them. One we used is now useless, and another actually managed to win and was sent to England to live," explained the Emir."Do you know, old friend," the General paused to see the Emir's reaction to this familiarity, "I often wondered if you really did that? Freed them and gave them a pension."The Emir bridled, "I am a man. Immediately, the weird sensation went away."What in the world..." he murmured to himself, feeling something hard stuffed up inside Béla's pussy.It took both hands, one holding Béla's squirming hips down and one hand grasped (one finger on each side, as that was all he could get into her) around the hard, wooden object before he could get it out of her. Although the end was amazingly melted away, it was still a good eight inches long. The thick end of it, the part he'd pulled on to get it out of.