A second stream of cum shot from my cock landing on Honey’s face with a third ribbon blasting out on to her hair. My cock eventually stopped spewing...cum, Honey’s face, hair and chest had cum streaks as did my legs and chest. I could feel my cock slowly deflating, a drip of cum still hanging from the tip. Honey just stood up and as if nothing was wrong, pulled a tissue from her pocket and cleaned her face and chest.“Now we can go back to drawing” she announced. No one else had spoken“Erm” Jenny. This was the old walled and fortified citadel which had survived from the days of tribal desert warfare five hundred years earlier. If the Emir had wished it, his artillery could have reduced the whole edifice to rubble in a matter of hours, but the Emir had other ideas. He really didn't want to kill the Khan, but rather to humiliate him utterly, and he had some respect for the antiquity of the Palace's architecture.The final assault on the Palace started with a very old-fashioned ploy. The. They had their uses but there seemed to be no deep-seated reason for their actions. They would rough up a 90-year-old man if I paid them to or they would act as bodyguards to the same man a week later if it needed to be done. They were functionaries. But they were good with their fists — and with various other items as the case might be.Louie's Supper Club was Enrico Federici's home away from home. It was rumored that he was at Louie's more often than he was at home, so maybe my theory was. Moving from cool enchantment into the realms of a deeper desire, Sara lifts one leg across mine, and flexes it, skin on skin. I trace the rising slope of her delicious small right breast, circle the aereola, gently caressing the waiting nipple.A slight moan escapes Sara’s lips. She tries again to handle my throbbing cock, but I resist her promise, only wanting to give her my gratitude.We had met at a residential publishing seminar six weeks ago and quickly admitted a mutual attraction. With.