She moved back to the other wall of the escalator and gave him a smile. His eyes moved over her torso and heated. ‘Good. We have to talk.’ Michael...shook himself out of his contemplation of her breasts and asked, ‘Actually, yes we do but I was hoping to relax first… in bed.’ The elevator came to a stop with a ping and the doors slid open. Taking her hand, he led her to their suite. As soon as he closed the door, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a deep kiss. His hands slid from the small. She had her other hand massaging her pussy and was masturbating vigorously. I could not believe this.in front of me was my mom masturbating and moaning loudly,sometimes uttering the fathers name.i asked her,hey what r u doing? She was shocked to see me there and turned back.her clean shaven pussy was exposed to me fully.my eyes stuck to her pussy.she shouted at me,hey what r u doing here?get out.fuck off u rascal. I went to my room. Later she came to my room and asked me why i came to her room.. Instead he surveyed her critically."I wonder what you really look like?" he asked."Much like this; I don't use many cosmetics," was the puzzled reply.The Emir sighed, "That was a polite order to get your clothes off."Emma hesitated for only a moment, then started a slow striptease."Quickly," the Emir ordered.Emma shrugged mentally and stripped quickly, dropping her clothes on the floor. Then she stood with her arms at her side as he looked her up and down. Finally he waved the two girls. ‘You must have loved him very much.’ ‘Yes, I did,’ she replied, and then straightened and squared her shoulders. ‘Mike has nothing to do with us though. What did you want to explain?’ She sat listening, at first in anger, and then in sadness, to what Frank told her. It was appalling to know all the things that had happened to him. ‘There really was a letter, then?’ she queried, softly. ‘I never got it.’ ‘I gave it to Father Vittorio to take to the Embassy. I didn’t have time to take it, but I.