Abel and Baker wandered off separately so as not to be too obvious. But Sheila knew what she wanted most and turned to the buff and attractive Carlos,..."You're coming too, right?" I didn't know I was invited." I won't go if you don't," she lied. And so it was that the three men were gathered in Baker's room a bit later. The door was ajar when Sheila arrived and she pushed it open. The men were sitting around in various places in the room sipping beers from the mini-bar. But they all stood up at. The costumes were perfect fitting absolutely correct pink, but Kobekistan was a rich country and the outfits were mostly made in Saville Row.The first surprise was the hounds. They were hounds, it is true, but not foxhounds; the Emir's kennels contained the largest pack of pure-bred Irish Wolfhounds anywhere in the world. The chances of a fox against these pursuers would be slim indeed, but there were no foxes in Kobekistan. If our hypothetical Englishman were to follow the hunt until he caught. First stop was a beauty parlor. Hair, manicures, makeup all done to perfection. Next Chris' parents new house to get dressed and have pre wedding drinks. Chris' mum gushed over how gorgeous he looked in his white suit with light blue tie that matched his eyes. The grooms maids dresses were all the same colour as his tie. Chris' dad was 'proud as punch' of his son and he was 'happier then a child on Christmas'. The brides maids sat Chris down and the three maids of honour raised their glasses in. " Oh! Oh! I get it! I thought something was different about your lap." She put her hand directly on my throbbing erection and gave it a little squeeze. "Did I do this?" You certainly did, my love. Maybe we should change our positions so that you don't have to rub against the evidence of your sexual attraction." To tell you the truth, that's sort of what is bothering me, but I still don't feel comfortable discussing it. Is it ok if we keep sitting like this? I sort of like knowing that I turn.