When they reached the Throne Room of the Golden Palace they were surprised to see that it was set up in a similar fashion to an American court room of...the 1980s as seen in so many television series and films, except that where a judge would sit was the usual dais with a small throne on it. They were escorted to a side room and Ghada Baroud, the Emir's adviser on foreign affairs explained what would happen. Sharon would sit with the Deputy Head of Mission on one side of the court. He, himself. ”“It’s not based on a couple of hours observation” I replied, as I let the overalls drop to the floor. Now wearing just a lacy bra and panties and hold-up stockings I continued. “The company has been told to make economies. I’ve had to make tough decisions.”I paused, running my eyes up and down her body before looking her straight in the face. “I’ve been told to cut a team. You haven’t convinced me as to why it shouldn’t be you. Show me what you can do.”She just stood there open mouthed as I. Then slowly dragging it along gathering my steaming hot cunt juices and coating his cock with my slippery cunt crème.I made slow little circles around my swollen sensitive clit. Uh huh oh god Paul that feels so good I sighed. I soaked the big fat head of his cock once again inside my dripping wet cunt hole. I reached back and scooped out my slippery hot cunt juices and lubed my tiny puckered rosebud and gently pushed a finger up inside my asshole.I had my hands on Paul’s chest and leaned. I hope that’s okay.” I gazed at this god like boy running my tongue over my lips as I answered him. “No not at all. You look...comfortable.” He smiled that boyish grin again. He looked around the living room and then sat right beside me – I could smell the fresh soap on his almost naked body. I turned to him and after looking into his dark eyes for a second I asked him, “what can I get you to drink, beer, rum or is there something else you like?”Without skipping a beat he answered, “I was kind.