Abdulaziz stood off to the side.“Come in, come in,” said Omar in English, forcing a smile as Asim presented me at the door. “Sit, sit. Khafama, ...ur guest probably likes some tea.”“Yes, Your Royal Highness,” answered Abdulaziz in Arabic.“Oh, and please speak English in the presence of our guest.”“Yes, certainly,” answered Abdulaziz with a pained expression. He picked up the phone and ordered tea while Asim and I settled in. When he hung up, having spoken only two words, I said:“Can I just check:. We were in heaven while fucking her pussy damn hard and licking her boobies and yaami cuddling my hair to bang her more.Next we thought of changing the position and this time she was riding on me. Slowly she came over me like a porn star and took my cock and rubbed it against her pussy and felt the hotness and inserted it deeply and fell down on my chest. Uummhh awesome boobs, I can feel her boobs were rubbed on my chest to get me into the mood and she was jumping up and down for the drilling. But a baby on the way isn’t an heir, nor would our children be considered.”“True, the succession is obscure, but would be decided by the High Court.”“Which would likely mean a civil war.”“Also true.”“I suggest you name an heir.”“OK, who?”“High Bureaucrat Bonsarr, until you produce an heir of your body by a suitable consort.”“Interesting.”“Would settle the agitation from some that you marry an important drone and spit out a baby,” he chuckled. “Plus she also was not around when your family were. .. I still want to make love to you, Tony, but what I really want, I feel like I’ve already got. I just want to be a part of your ... your life ... your family ... your ménage.”The house smelled delicious. I guess I was hungrier than I thought. But the smell of onions being sautéed is one of the most appetizing things I can think of. I soon discovered that these onions were to be accompanied by a braised pork chop, black rice, and spinach. And that the meal would be served by a very naked.