She was also tattooed with a number indicating that she was an indentured worker whose contract was owned by the Emir. She had ceased to be Bridget Br...wne-with-an-e and had become Akilah, a slave in the royal household. Oddly, and at the Emir's express orders, she had been allowed to retain all her Australian clothing. Some garments had been removed to allow natural functions to take place without soiling them, but they had been carefully stored.The Emir, meanwhile was amusing himself with one. He sat up and removed his boxers. And leaned over and kissed her. Not like a father’s kiss but lovers. Then raising back up he scooted down and spread her legs. With a grin she couldn’t see he lowered his lips to her soaked pussy. The smell was like no other. He lightly flicked his tongue over her still sensitive clit and brought shudders to her. Laying her head back, Deb thought of nothing, but let herself go with the love she was overwhelmed with. The next morning, they awoke. . I shook the rising thoughts out of my head and asked her if she had eaten any dinner. Of course she hadn't so I offered to heat up some meatloaf while she put her clothes in the dryer and took the robe from the bathroom door.She dug into the food like she had not eaten in a week; Gina ate the entire dish. I showed her where the TV remote was and went back to my study to finish my work. Avery is about an hour away and by 11:00 Bobby should have been back but he wasn't. I brought out a blanket. The kid approached them when he heard them talking about developing software for it. He figured they were saying all the right things, but were missing some of the key points.He looked at the phone Alex was holding and said, “You don’t want that.”“Why not?” Alex asked.The kid answered, “The company that makes it doesn’t really want you to do anything with it. They want to approve any program that you create for use by other people. You can’t sell a program without their approval.”“Really?”.