I then stripped out of my outer clothes and took out a pair of heels of my sister's and put them on. God I was shaking with excitement and fucking lus.... Should I or should I not. The lust won and I opened the cubicle door slightly and looked out. One of the men at the urinal turned and looked, but all he could see was my head. He turned away and then looked back again and I slowly opened the door a little more until he could see some of my underwear.He turned away from the urinal and faced my. Her hand covered mine, guiding it up and down her bare thigh. I let her, too stunned and relieved by her last speech to resist. At least she had not told her parents what really happened."Margaret wants to come back to my house soon. She wants something to happen with you next time. You're all she talked about at school this week. And when she saw you on the field in your football uniform she absolutely swooned. It's a good thing she had me to protect her from you. I know you can't wait to get. I can't help one thing though: you are going into that tub, and you are going first. I'll hang a blanket from the rafters so we can't see you. You have to wash your body with soap and water, and your hair, too. I'll not have a dirty girl prepare my food. Savvy that?"Marja nodded."You are almost a grown woman, Marja, and you need to keep clean. I'll be gone to Birkenhain most Saturdays to see my wife. I want you and your brother to take a bath every Saturday. I want you to wash your hands before. ."The Emir ignored him and walked over to table 67 where he sat down. This left the Maître d' with no choice but to bring him a menu and signal the Head Sommelier to serve in that ill-regarded corner of the establishment. The Chef de Station was also told that this customer was to be served only by Paulette. The Maître d's most ardent desire was that this extremely wealthy customer should be kept happy. Tips in thousands of euros were very rare, even in La Potinière, though what the young Emir.