No, not exactly. I'm just here to take your measurements, if that's okay with you?"She raised an eyebrow."You're asking me...?" Er, yeah. I wouldn't...just jump you with a measuring tape, right?" I laughed, in a pathetic attempt at breaking the ice.But that shit was as tough and frosty as ever. But at least Hilde seemed to believe me. With a dismissive nod from the cow woman - I still didn't know what the fuck she even was - I stepped over to the height chart and asked her to place her back. Once she was positioned how he wanted he lay back and grinned up bat her. He folded his arms behind his head and just looked at her. "What," she asked shyly finally embarrassed and blushed. "I was just admiring the view. Because you are injured right now this is how we will do this. Once you are all healed up then we can try some other positions, I don't want to chance hurting you," he said. She nodded and feeling his cock standing up and lightly touching her butt she slid back. She wedged him. In the morning i get a call from him. "So here is how it's going to go. Your going to forgive her and raise it as your own no matter what. I'm too young for all that shit. I'm still gonna keep fucking her, and you can continue to 'lend' me money whenever I want, got it?" I tell him yes and thank him for making our dream a reality. He laughs and said "i don't give a fuck about that. Just do what i say and who knows, i might even let you watch again once in a while, haha!" When her pregnancy is. 'How are you settling in?'Rana closed the door behind the new arrival, and considered her words carefully. Amina was the Sultan's First Wife, chosen specifically by him from many, many candidates. There was no doubt about it, she was a uniquely beautiful woman, tall and dark, and a lot more womanly than Rana would ever be. Her most striking feature, however, was her complete and utter lack of arms. By now the Sultan's strange fascinations were rather well known, and Rana and the other wives.