My job was to take my shirt off and let them dance around me. I have to say I did my part very well.I told them about my weekend in New York and going...to the club to dance. They spent the rest of the hour teaching me some new moves. I was actually surprised at how much I enjoyed this class. I had to laugh at several of them as they were being such flirts.In art class, we were drawing hands. It is way harder than I thought it would be. I couldn't seem to get the fingers right. I looked over at. " Geriatrophy is expensive, my Lord," she reminded me. "And the results are not always predictable." I understand. Thank you." Very well." Queyla nodded and made the necessary notations. "If I may beg your indulgence, the final cost will be..." Unimportant." I looked at her. "Suck me off and we'll call it a deal."We looked at each other for a long moment before a smile crept over her face and she nodded."Very well. If that's what I have to do to make a sale..." she sighed theatrically."On. They were standing together in the line when Laura spilled her soup. Rina helped her clean it up, and they wound up eating together at the same table.Rina was gorgeous. Her face looked like Whitney Houston's, though she was much darker. And her body was more voluptuous, with a tiny waist, full, jutting breasts, and long, willowy legs. Laura wondered why she was so instantly attracted to another black girl. Was it as if she were trying to replace Karen? Was there anything else to it?She didn't. "Just remember, girl, you're not staff, you're stock," said Harry, bluntly, as he shut the lid.I rode up front with Harry. An hour later we turned off of the road past a broken down sign that had been put up for the hotel. The drive wound through trees and then the castle itself appeared. Far more imposing than the model had suggested, the grey bulk of the old circular castle keep rose behind the red brick of the Tudor house, slowly filling our view as we approached it.The Emir was there to.