Pour yourself a drink. The bar is right there.”I was a good boy and followed her orders although my instinct told me to follow her to the bedroom to...get a good look at Doctor Bones’ bones.When she came back into the kitchen, she was wearing a lovely yellow apron and absolutely nothing else underneath. I could see everything she had in the goody locker when she bent over and looked into the over to see how her meal was progressing. Her bottomless parading had an immediate effect on my equipment. He needed it. And even more important, he wanted it. Ijumped up and stood behind him. I swung the belt hard and it landed with aresounding crack. He staggered forward and I followed, beating his asswith my thick leather belt. He tried to crawl away but he ended up stuckin the corner and I really let him have it, making my belt bite first intoone buttcheek, then the other. He literally climbed the wall until he wasstanding spread-eagled and I was turning his smooth white butt into brightred. "Well, to be honest," he started, "I might go home and have another little play before bed, unless, er you wouldn't mind...?" Mind what?" I said, "If I wanked myself off with you in there" Ian said. "I dunno, it just makes me hard to think of someone else being so close while I stroke myself." "sure" I laughed, "if it's OK that I watch." Ian readily agreed. "Didn't know you were into that" he said. "Well, sure" I began, "It's all a bit of fun, isn't it?"Ian murmured an agreement, and I. ”“Well, Nur, I don’t know your intentions, but we are taking these two back to Constantinople. I don’t know your agreement with Nour, however knowing you I think it might be the same as mine with Jasmin.”“But… Istanbul?”“Trust me.”“You still want to marry me, knowing about the relationship between Nour and me?”“Yes! I have no objection as long as you do whatever you do discreetly, and it does not interfere with our relationship with me and with our children.”Children! I suddenly realized he was.