”“Sounds like a spying trip to me,” said the Emir, “Or an assassination attempt.”“That was General Mustapha’s opinion also, Master,” s...id the advisor.To the attendant eunuch he said, “Have the Crown Prince Mustapha come here at once.”The two men chatted idly of other matters until the Crown Prince arrived, a little flustered by the peremptory summons.“What have you been up to with Habib?” asked the Emir.“Nothing, father. Habib Shalabi sells me the odd slave on behalf of his father, but that’s. She came on time nearly at 4pm as it was monsoon time it was heavily raining we were on my bike and were enjoying the ride and while driving she would pull my face sidewards and give a smooch wildly and she did it 5-6 times on the way to that area,btw I forgot to describe her she is 5.3 in height with fair skin tone and more oval shaped face with big eyes and her name is trisha(name changed)with ample boob size of 34c flat belly of 28 and round ass of 36.Finally we reached our destination it. She talked about her relationship, how they met, marriage, quitting her career, c***dren, playing the supportive partner, empty nest, nothing to do, finding out her husband has cheated on her since they met. Now he wants a divorce. She got mad and her hand that had been on my thigh moved to my face. We had drunk most of the bottle we were both very drunk."Young man don't make the same mistakes. Your wife is like my husband. Your time will come" she slurred. Her shoulder straps had dropped down. Gone are the leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots.Beryl is wearing a smart black women's business suit, obviouslytailored to suit her unique body.The shoes are flat, mens' style shoes but they seem to match well withthe suit.She's carrying red roses.She sees me.She smiles and walks towards me.I stand there trying to look as coquettish as possible as she advanceson me.Beryl stops about a metre or two away from me, smiling sheepishly.I'm sorry, I just can't stay cool.I throw my arms around.