“I know, Your Majesty,” I told her with a kiss on her lips, followed by more kisses that traced my way down to her ass, making her shiver.“Yes, ...ell, our son ... will make a truly great King of Libya, trust me on that!” Samira promised as I continued to kiss a long path down to her ankles.“Our son ... or daughter,” I reminded her, which made her giggle.“Yes, that, too ... but just so you know, I’m already ... with child. Yours, of course. Not that I haven’t put out for others, but at a certain. ‘Hemi you busy at the moment?’ ‘Not at the moment boss. What do you need?’ ‘I need you here as soon as possible. I’ve got a job for you… if you’re interested.’ There was a small pause. ‘You want me to bring Sam or leave him here to wait for our visitors?’ ‘Just bring yourself and a hard backed chair from out on the deck. One of those wrought iron ones from the patio furniture set. Also grab a sheet or two from the linen closet. I’ll get Stevie to give you directions. Get here as soon as. He adjusted the water temperature to my liking and told me to get in then joined me. Luis did a great job of soaping me down, including my cock and ass crack and after rinsing me off, he reached up and flipped a valve that diverted the water flow from the shower head to an added attachment I learned was a “sure shot enema” shower nozzle. He soaped my ass crack again, slipped a soapy finger in my hole and as he knelt before me and took my rigid cock in his mouth, slipped the 3/4” x 6” stainless. To cut the long story short, I will come to the D-Day. It was a Saturday and she gave me a call @ around 4 PM and told that she wanted to booze and asked me to make the arrangements at my place. I bought a few drinks and starters. She arrived at around 7 PM with a small bag in her hand (other than her handbag). I asked her, what’s there in the bag? She said she wouldn’t go to her place after getting drunk and hence bought her night dress and would stay at my place.She was wearing tight jeans.