"How big is it?" she asked.The Emir shrugged and turned to Kamal Qumsiyeh, the Head of Protocol, "Do you know?" Yes, Master," he replied and then fell...silent, not adding to that bald acquiescence."Well? How big is it?" asked the Emir."It displaces approximately eleven thousand tons, Master. It is about 400 feet long, overall and has accommodation for forty guests and their staff. There is a crew of three hundred, but only two hundred and fifty hundred of those are aboard at any one time...". As we walked down to the bus stop she told me she didnt exspect me to talk today, and that she would do and buy everything. I was excited.. excited about going girly shopping? god how she had allready took such control over me.We got on the bus and sat down, my heart began to race. what if someone could tell..oh god! katie turned to be and put her hand on my lap for reassurance. However she wasnt that helpfull, the next second i suddenly felt a strange vibration comming from my ass.. She cleans her thighs with tissues and lowers her skirt. She hopes work will distract her, she needs to do something “Yes, something, anything”.Camille starts by cataloguing a beautiful illustrated edition of the One Thousand and One Nights. As she opens the book, she finds another piece of paper with a Star of Vergina on it. “What the fuck! What the fuck! What is this? What’s going on!?” As she was screaming she could feel her pussy contracting, her juices leaking and coating her thighs. She. She'd talked about me? With a colleague?! "Uhhh…" Wriggling on the sheets I tried to free a limb. The cuffs held fast. I stilled, our eyes connecting.Sarah opened her bag. Fendi, of course. "Shall we see what Laney thinks?"I shook my head, auburn tangle of hair mussing on the stark white pillow, powerless as she framed and snapped a shot. Despite my heart tanking, my pussy betrayed me, a droplet escaping to roll to the sheets from freshly waxed lips. Part of the gift. I didn't want Laney.