I could throw myself out there, it could have just been anywhere. In retrospect I suppose I should be thankful that I didn’t pop up out in the black...ess of space somewhere. I reappeared about one hundred feet in the air over some very hard, very unforgiving (and rapidly approaching) desert ground. I read once in a book that the trick to flying is to throw yourself at the ground and miss. As much as I tried in those passing seconds, I couldn’t figure out exactly how to do that. The ground is. "Ah, here you are," the Emir greeted her, "Come and meet your eldest brother, Crown Prince Mustapha, he is a few months younger than you, and will one day be the Emir."She offered her hand and said, "Hullo. I'm Elaheh, but my friends call me Ellie."He did not shake the proffered hand, but looked her up and down as though she were a horse he was being offered, but did not want to buy."It is customary to make obeisance when entering the presence of my father, His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud. "He's not in there, and he's not..." She trailed off as Jenny stormed passed her."An hour, I was out for. An hour. And in that time you have to sneak another guy back into our room. You've got issues Fiona."Fiona snorted and reached for her jeans. "Fuck off! I haven't got issues. Just because I've taken my genitals out of their plastic wrapping and use them once and awhile." She paused for a moment and cocked her head. "Perhaps if you got a boyfriend you might understand." I do not need a. One of the lights shined back on me, I was still naked. “Looks like we caught them fucking”, one of the men said. Another light landed on me, focused on my naked groin. “With that tiny dick?”, one of the men said. “Couldn’t have been too good huh honey?" The light returned to my wife. I was getting embarrassed, probably blushing red, but my wife was certainly blushing from the three strange men staring at her. "You want a real cock honey?”, one of the men teased. My wife shook her.