To the south of the city was the Royal Palace of the Pharaohs, a huge complex of grand buildings and lush gardens that contrasted with the large expan...e of lifeless desert which surrounded it. The inside was itself ornately decorated with facades of bright colours depicting ancient Pharaohs and Gods, decorations of Gold and silver and expensive wares lining the hallways, leaving no one in doubt this was the house of the Pharaoh. The palace itself could be considered a city, with thousands of. Although Smitha understood that for a few days she was growing hungry for sex day by day. She kept asking Nikhil for it but he couldn’t. One day Smitha came and met me and spoke about it and I had to phone him and ask him to attend her desires. Although he accepted, apparently he didn’t do it with her. Smitha was depressed.Smitha got drunken one day and came up to my apartment. She was wearing a slutty dress and was all alone and drunk. I was worried to see her in such a situation. I asked her. I told him I wouldn't say a word, not to anyone.. But he had to let me do something first, he had to let me suck his cock. Just once, just one taste. He stammered and stuttered, taking a moment to consider things, knowing I had the proof of his secret lustings and how I could ruin his macho, hetero image.. He agreed, my heart skipped a beat.He told me to follow him to the bedroom, but no.. I didn't want that, I told him to unzip his jeans now, right here in the kitchen. He looked at me with. He noticed, from what he could see, that small goose bumps had raised on her legs and ran from her delicate ankles up over her soft, well toned calves continuing until they disappeared half way up her young thighs into the shadow of her skirt. From there his imagination took over. Above her skirt a crisp white blouse was draped high enough to just get a glimpse of a perfectly shaped belly button and hugged her young B cup tits just enough to draw attention. Her shoulder length black hair was.