We had a big deal going on in another city. Everybody was excited. The owner, Liz and myself got to go and stay in a hotel to nail this deal. The firs... two days I just ran and gathered info from dawn to dark. Then we got the deal on Wednesday. But there was still much work to do and Liz and I would need to stay thru the weekend. Wednesday evening I was in Liz's room using her computer to get some info I needed. It was late, Liz was out with the owner. They came into the hotel room and I was in. If the Emir announced that two people were married, well the Emir's word was law in Kobekistan and the paperwork could be done separately by the Head of Protocol. Yes, that was the answer, he would marry them by decree in the Throne Room at a public audience; after that the Chief Eunuch could whisk them back into the harem and dress them properly. The wedding night could be three in a bed and whips would ensure the obedience due from wives to their husband. In the end he decided to tell them. Walters. His face screwed up in question. Dr. Walters made shooing gestures. ‘Is Nora all right? I mean Miss Carson. She seems a little out of it.’ Dr. Walters turned to look at her. ‘She’ll be fine. I promised the programing would be done in time for her job at the snack bar in the Student Union. I believe she has an assignation, a date as it were, with young Mr. Addison later. She’ll be ship shape, no after effects.’ ‘Brent? Programing? Brent?’ ‘Oh yes young man. You certainly lost out there.. I smiled at her. "I may not have a beard, but I can do that."“God! I could get used to this never-ending orgasm cycle! Having two hot studs serving lil’ ol’ horny me could become very addictive.”“You’re not going to want to leave, are you?”“Mmm, not anytime soon!” She ran her fingers through his hair again, and then wiggled her hips, pressing her dripping sex to his willing lips.He raised his head to look up at us, and I could see that his beard and mustache were going to need a good.