Royal flight both ways as my guest, but make sure the stewardesses are in uniform on the flight from London, though not when he goes back." Master, if...you do not wish to see him, that can be arranged."Ignoring this offer the Emir continued, "When he arrives at the British Embassy, Princess Ayda is to be conveyed there to meet him, dressed as she thinks appropriate, and with no escort inside the embassy." Master, I do not understand?" said Ghada Baroud."He's Ayda's father, you fool, and Alima's. And for god’s sake call me Lorrie when you have your dick in me. Keep going yes that’s it, do it.” My orgasm washed over me and sent those tingles up my spine as I squeezed Greg tighter with my legs and arms. Greg had stopped moving after he came in me but I still felt little after-shocks and continued to slowly fuck him until I felt the water on my back start to cool. I let my legs fall to the shower floor and splashed water on my pussy to rinse off the cum that was leaking out of me. I turned. I took the reins again, "Back to my answer about what I liked – I didn't get to the positive stuff. I truly liked that you made it with two men. They love you, and watching you respond to them was awesome. What you did with them gave me all sorts of sight pictures and memories I'll never lose; all positive ones. You are so sexy. Sometime, I'd like to film you fucking them. Your ability to captivate them – and me – is amazing. They will follow you around the world from now on with their tongues. “Are your little dicks hanging out pants?”“No,” they said in unison.“We’re not fag boys,” the blonde kid said.“Stand up,” she insisted. “Let me see from your waist and down below.”The two boys stood. They were shorts and t-shirts. “Lift up the shirts,” she said. They followed her instructions. Pull the shirts off, little boys. They did what she said. “You children can sit down,” she said. They did as she told them, their cheeks were beet red.“Oh, did I embarrass my little boys?” the pair nodded.