She walked back to the kitchen, returning the silent nods from the people she passed. Sitting back down at the table, she grabbed her watch, holding i... with both hands to steady the trembling. She thought to herself, ‘Twenty-six hours since the last time she saw him.’ Twenty-six hours since she slept, since she smiled or laughed, since she did anything but wait, or maybe cry. All she could do was wait or cry, all they let her do was wait or cry. She let herself ignore the hollow drone of the. .." I couldn't finish the comment because my mouth was obstructed by hers. I loved her kisses. I slid my fingers into her short, sassy hair, caressing her head as we kissed. Her hips were mobile, raising, moving, searching as my dick sprang up, hard for her. I felt the head find the opening to her sweet young pussy and she started sliding me into her. Her mouth broke from mine."Yessss," she hissed. "This is when I feel BEST!" She pressed down on me. I felt our pubic arches meet. She giggled. "I. " she moaned again. She was feeling so good, but she needed more. Why won't he hurry up and fuck her? Finally, she felt his fingers slip out of her wetness and he grabbed onto the thin sides of her panties. He tugged them downward and she raised her ass off the bed as the second man of the day slid her panties down her sexy legs and off her tiny feet. He threw the skimpy things on the floor and squeezed a leg in between hers. Erica opened her legs wider, allowing the big man to get between them. " I am sorry the Golden Palace wine cellar is not up to the Crown Prince's connoisseur's standards. I will have myself whipped immediately."One of the eunuchs made an odd choking noise, not realising that he was joking.The Emir's private celebration started off as a staid and respectable grown-ups' dinner party, with no children present. The men wore dinner jackets and the women long evening dresses, though they did not go so far as to add brassières and knickers to their ensembles. A champagne.