I’ll have someone else do it.” I pleaded, “NOOOO! Pleeease, let me do it.” He then denied and teased me, “Sorry, you don’t sound eager eno...gh. I’ll have someone else take care of my cock. Then the only question I have for you is whether you prefer that I describe it to you after, take pix for you, or let you listen to the sucking and fucking sounds on the phone?” Getting wetter, I replied, “That sounds fucking hot, and YES I would want ALL three options. But my pussy is dripping wet right now. The Master came forward and greeted him as an honoured guest. The Emir lost no time in discomfiting a man he had always considered at best a doddering old fool, and at worst a charlatan."Master, it is I who should be paying my respects. After all I am probably the most junior member of this SCR present today." Nonsense, Ransome, ... err ... Emir; it is our privilege to have you here and bearing good news I understand."The Emir looked blankly at the Master and continued, "I see you have arranged. ” Came this accented lilting voice.“Ahh,yes!” I muttered as I looked at this beautiful creature.“Ja das ist gut. Please why don’t you come in.” she offered in accented English.This Teutonic beauty led me through the foyer into her living room. I must describe her at this point. Gabi, as her name turned out to be, was a young sixtyish woman. She had graying blonde hair that was braided and in a bun on each side of her head. At five feet seven inches tall, she was seven inches shorter than I was.. It made her blush a little.It was the first thing Holly spotted, too. She couldn't seem to pull her eyes away from it. At first she was stunned at how wonderfully he had caught her mother's beauty. The second thought she had was, "That's what I'm going to look like when I'm her age!" She was stunned.The third thing crossing her mind was that the photographer had seen more in that portrait than just a beautiful woman. She hoped someday a man would see her like that.Duncan had planned a light.