The twins would come for the ride. Leaning over the console to kiss Philip once they were safely alone and on the way back tward the city. “I’m so...ry, I got carried away spending your money like that.” he laughed for a moment. “Sarah, darling I needed to fill the room anyway. You chose beautifully. And I’m not completely sure if I got a deal or not. The desk already in the room doesn’t match. So he’s going to take measurements and bring sketches. no idea on cost yet.” As Philip was explaining. "Uhhh...yeah...definitely," I stammered. "Yeah I was actually just about to head out in a little while. You want something to drink?" I looked down from behind her. She sat on my couch, her skirt riding up her silky thighs. I wanted to run my tounge up and down them."No thanks," she said. "Am I messing things up by hanging around here? Did you have plans?" No," I answered quickly. "Nothing special."She stood up and straightened her skirt down. My eyes went right down to her legs and I felt her. It was something of a shock, though, when we finally met her. It was a Saturday morning. Dom and I had just concluded our customary leisurely morning fuck and were eating a late breakfast in the kitchen when the phone rang."Mrs. Wright?" Well, it's Mrs. Bascombe now. Who is this?" I'm Julia Arkwright. Nigel and Elaine's daughter?" Sure enough, her accent was British, very much like Elaine's."Julia! I'm so glad you called! When are you going to be here in New York?" I'm here now. I'm calling. . . her butt . . . she was turning her butt to him! He raged then immediately suffered exhaustion. Were they k**ding? They expected him to . . . They wanted him to . . . Amara actually thought that HE--a Sandavan male--would worship the dancer's ass? He raged again only to fall deeper into weakness. The music stopped and so did the dancer."Just watch. Just watch Shadi," Amara said.Shadi? SHADI!?"Why did you call me that name," he asked, his insides shaking with fear."Because you are Shadi,.