She thought that the old woman would want her to act as a lady's maid and help her to dress and undress, brush her hair, and so forth. Such duties wou...d have been unusual enough for a concubine, but the Emir's mother perhaps had that right. She had not expected to sleep in the same bed as the Princess, much less to be expected to satisfy that lady's voracious sexual appetites. During that first night they indulged in every variation which two women and a dildo could possibly have imagined.Duha. “By the way—good morning.”She left the room to fetch the coffee.“I got snagged into having coffee with Jack Ross and Homer Barlow,” he said in a raised voice so Delores could hear him.“More politics,” she said, with a hint of disdain as she brought in the steaming cup and set it on his desk.She set the coffee cup on his desk and then straightened up and put her hands on her hips.“If you’ve got time,” she said in the sarcastic tone that she sometimes used to tell him to get on the ball, “you. It was kinda lame. Fortunately, my sister Amanda was around sometimes. She was a senior in high school and had about a week until graduation. We were pretty close and always enjoyed hanging out with each other. Being just a year apart, we shared many of the same friends in high school. In fact several people who did not know we were brother and sister asked if we were dating. We would always laugh at the idea and explain the truth, but secretly I always did kind of wish we were dating. Amanda. “Okay, what’s so unusual about that?” Sererena asked.“What was so unusual was his recommendations,” Kell told his older Sister.“Which were?” Gwyn asked.“Rice, indigo, and tobacco,” I told her and waited for a reaction.“In Georgia!?” she asked, puzzled.“What about cotton?” Seamus asked.“We were told that it was too labor intensive,” Kell answered.“WOW! Wait a minute!” Mark said. “Didn’t Eli Whitney invent the Cotton Gin in about1792?” he asked.“Yes, in our Reality,” I answered.“Wait...!”.