." she demands, as she steps out of her open dress. Still in high heels, black stockings and suspenders and matching black panties she is a breath-tak...ng sight. Slowly she lies back until she is horizontal, legs parted, beckoning my father, her still heeled feet on the arm rests of his chair. My Dad duly moves forward, his throbbing manhood glistening from her spittle, his trousers round his ankles, a ridiculous sight, as I look away once more. I hear her gasp as he enters, and peer back to see. Showering, shaving, etc, and I heard him leave as his truck pulled out onto the road. I got out of bed, and went to my dad and Susan's bedroom. I slowly pushed the door open, and saw Susan completely naked laying on the bed. She wasn't asleep, just laying there on the bed in the afterglow of sex with my dad. She looked up, and asked me "do you want my pussy?" By this time Susan and I were having sex a few times a day for the past three weeks, so the etiquette and foreplay wasn't always. .. No, Master! You must not do that."Kamal Qumsiyeh, the Head of Protocol nodded his reluctant agreement with Ghada Baroud, the Advisor on Foreign Affairs. Both men feared for their jobs, and possibly for their lives. Open defiance of an absolute ruler such as the Emir is not generally a career enhancing move; on the contrary, it can often be life threatening. They looked over to General Mustapha, the Military Advisor for support, but he was much more diplomatic."Your triumphant entry into. That was as far as Darlene extended her decision tree extrapolations for now.Picking the container of her meager belongings, she started up the path, her heels clicking on the durable polycrete surface.Next to the door was an engraved brass doorbell plate that seemed in keeping with the age and style of the house. Darlene had no idea who Lady Heather was, however she recognized the reversed-F+B fembot logo below the button.With no other logical course of action, Darlene reached out and pressed.