She buckled and grabbed the handle to her closet door to prevent herself from falling over. Duncan, totally in heaven right now, did his best to get e...ery last drop. I was able to stand again and moved a little closer to the door to see if my sister was okay. Sarah opened the door a bit and stroked my hair.“Lord that felt good,” she drew me closer and gave me a sweet little kiss and whispered in my ear, “Sit tight.”She gave her attention back to Duncan, who just laid there still enjoying her. As he walked round her he could see every detail of her shaven pudendum, labia and anal cleft."Who are you?" he asked."I am the Ambassador's daughter, Master," she replied, "I apologise that I am not a virgin, but one can be here in moments if that is my Master's wishes. The Ambassador thought the Master, may he live for ever, would want a young woman, but my mother also awaits any summons my Master may make."Clearly the lessons of the Emir's visit to London some three years earlier had not. It was an idea he found hard to get his mind and thoughts wrapped around. Still... the dreams, the sword... everything pointed in that direction.Clearing his mind, he kept a sharp eye out for the person he was looking for. He was driving through a slightly larger town, and had to watch out for traffic as well paying attention to his line of direction.He saw a rambling building on the other side of the town, and pulled into its long manicured driveway. Many trees gave ample shade; while people. He grinned once again and this time pressed his lips upon hers with all of the pent up passion that had been accumulating in his young body for the many years he had known her. She melted into his arms as she opened her mouth to greet his many kisses and as his lips separated more, she kept pace with her own.His strong hands were kneading her shoulders blades and the small of her back, grinding and pulling her into him. Hers were pulling on his shoulders as if trying to climb up his front to.