We live in a rural area with at least a half-a-mile between each house. One of the women with her was getting ready to move house. She had shed many t...ings. Some they sold, gave some away and then put others at the end of their driveway with a 'Free' sign. My wife had been gone a long time. I thought that the woman were having a long goodbye walk with the woman who was moving . Perhaps even sharing a coffee or tea together. When she returned from her walk, she looked very different than I had. Donna began to unbutton the front of Jenny’s dress while Amber was busy playing with the schoolteacher’s ass.“Be careful not to lose any buttons”, whispered Jenny to Donna, “Can’t find those anymore”.“Oh my…you black lesbians are soooooo naughty”, cried JennyDonna had finished unbuttoning the top of her dress and tried to lift the whole thing off. “Let me keep it….please…”, whispered an excited Jenny into Donna’s ear.Donna began sucking on Jenny’s milky white tits while Amber’s head disappeared. This man before her, this handsome Emir who had just offered her coffee, was a ruler of absolute power. Anything he said was automatically the law here. Powerful men had always attracted her, and this was probably the most personally powerful man she had ever met. President Suarez could, in theory, start World War Three if she so decided, but that power was so hedged round by restrictions to prevent misunderstandings and accidents that in essence she had to abide by the consensus of her. “There will be another evening, and I will take you out there myself. but in the meantime...” he swooped down and picked me up, carrying me in his arms like I weighed nothing, “... I think it’s time for you to turn in.” “But Michael...” I giggled, not doubt the wine made everything funny, “I’m not tired!” “You’ve traveled halfway around the world today, my dear.” He walked over to the bed and laid me down gently. “Get a good night’s rest. I’ll come to you when you wake up.” With that, he.