" Just say it," said David in a tired voice, "Just say it and I will ignore the insult." Well, Master,..." he tried again."What is wrong with the well..." snapped David being deliberately obtuse."Nothing, Master," said Kamal Qumsiyeh, "It is the status of some of the women in the harem." Yes?" prompted the Emir."Some of them have no status, Master," came the perplexing reply.David took a deep breath and applied his mathematical analysis skills from Oxford, "List all the possible legal statuses. She told me it was two years since she fucked a man, though she has strong lesbian interests, lipstick lesbians. When I told her we have sex almost every day and threesomes and even foursomes she was fascinated. “I told her we are into edging, how you like to reach the brink and pull back once or twice, before having an orgasm. How sometimes both of us choose to edge many times before eventually letting go. And how we like edging so much that we keep doing it over and over again before letting. I hadn't told him I swing. Some people are a little uncomfortable with that or once they find out they assume your a slut. I am a slut but its not something I want to advertise to the whole world. I told my husband about the guy and he encouraged me to give it a push and make the first move. Which of course I did. I asked him out for a friendly drink after work and he said ok. We went out for coffee and lunch a few more times but the guy (I'll call him Joe) wasn't getting the hint even. I started to play with myself, getting rock hard in no time at all. I put on a cock ring and a robe and waited for them to show up. When the doorbell rang there was Tiffany, only her arm wasn't around a woman, but a thin looking guy who glowed with a healthy yoga glow.He smiled and cocked his head and brightly said, "You must be Jay. I've heard so much about you."I looked at Tiffany who smiled and said, "Isn't he just great?"I just shook my head and laughed.After some quick hellos Tiff climbed.