" I pulled her back to her feet, admonishing, "None of that." I kissed her again. "We do this as equals. Are you afraid to let me know where you live?... "No," she answered, but tentatively. "Are you worried to take me there?" "Yes". Again, tentative. "Is there someone there? Are you afraid to get caught?" "Gods, no!" "Then why?" She blushed red again. "Here I was on top, and I was in charge." She saw the look I gave her. "Well, I wasn't exactly in charge, but I was getting what I wanted. Now.... “Kneel, slave, before the Sultan.” She dropped to her knees at once; an odd blush colored her cheeks.The Sultan looked from Jafar to Alana. He seemed very doubtful. “Oh. Um.” He chewed his lip. “Has ... um ... has Jasmine met her?”At that moment the princess swept up. “Of course I have, father.” She turned and looked down at Alana. Her expression curdled as she took in the slave’s outfit, so reminiscent of her own. Indignation warred with wrath for dominance, momentarily. Then she gathered her. Two faces popped up on the screen, impossibly young faces."Any change?" asked Bratley."Hoover Dam is getting a handle on shutting down. No other change," said the one with the beard."You want to get my geek, too?" said Peterson.More keystrokes led to Myrowitz of Homeland Security joining the computer party as well. Myrowitz was still buttoning his shirt, but the garish display of computer monitors in the background showed clearly that he was in his office. The two from NSA seemed bright-eyed. To find women was “easy” enough, but my interest in men was more difficult to satisfy...at the time I might have been more interested in cocks than looking for “real men” but when you have some time on your hands, it's quite doable to find the right location to indulge in your own cravings...I got quite interested in the principles of glory-holes due to some private time on the internet, so I went out to look for a place where I could finally have my first, anonymous encounter with a real.