He could make out something on the table. It was a hairbrush. Wooden backed. Boy, she meant business then as she had only ever spanked him with her ha...d before now.“OK Scott, turn around,” Sheila demanded.Scott turned as his Mum moved and sat down on the chair. He noticed she had changed. Gone was the blouse and skirt. She had put on a short-sleeved blouse and cotton slacks no shoes though.Sheila saw her son look at her change of clothes. “More washable Scott, in case you have an accident,” she. Situation mysterieux, to be sure.Yanbu al Bahr, Saudi ArabiaYanbu, as it is commonly known to its 200,000 residents, is a small city in the Al Madinah province of western Saudi Arabia. Its only outstanding features are the major seaport on the Red Sea, and that it is the site of one of the alternative residences of the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia, Faisal III.Faisal was lounging naked pool-side, eating dates and looking at the disheartening state of the oil market on his mobile device. He’d. "Do you know what I mean?" she winked.Marla's stare into Nick's eyes was penetrating. When Nick nodded his head yes and looked towards the window, she took another peek at his crotch. "When I say demanding Nick, it might involve more than you are willing to give. You are rather young and, I assume, naive?"Her lingering stare at his crotch lasted long after he looked back at her. Marla held her gaze long enough for Nick to eliminate any doubt as to what she implied by, 'willing to give.' He. In fact, that could be him, if he had forgotten his key! I quickly pulled on my boxers and raced out to the living room as the knock came again.I really should get into the habit of checking the peephole, but I was tired, and worried for Otie. I pulled the door open to reveal a slim, pretty redhead in a robe. “Vicky?” Kate and I had just been discussing the woman from apartment 506 before she left.“Tom!” She gave me a cute smile and then moved forward to kiss me.We’ve already established that.