Lynn walks around the bike, checking it out. It's a glossy black with all the chrome accessories. Just the rumble and look of the bike turned her on a...little. Glen asks her if she's ready to take a ride and she says yes. Glen hands her a helmet and they both get on. He fires up the bike and Lynn gets an immediate rush from the roar of the engine and then the vibrations begin and turn her on even more. Glen tells her to hold on, so she grabs his waist and they take off. Glen takes them on a ride. And yet there it was, climbing up the inseam of his shorts under his forearm, searching for an exit.Looking into his eye, her face closer to his than she could remember ever being before, she soon saw that it was just an eyelash that was troubling him. But for some reason she lingered a moment before telling him, not wanting to break the closeness of the moment just yet.She’d spent the rest of that evening feeling quite energised. She’d felt his desire enter her as if it were a physical charge,. “Please let me down, I didn’t mean it. I’ll apologize, I’ll do better.” I sobbed. I kicked my legs weakly trying to get my panties unhooked but impossibly they held.Then it seemed that the gathered crowd all remembered that they had cell phone cameras and the flashes and clicking started as the crowd jeered and recorded my misery.“Tina, your job is now official Stuffed Pussy greeter. For the rest of the night you have hostess duties and if you do a good job then you can go back to. It might even be fun.When she reached his suite, in a trouser suit and escorted by a junior eunuch from her own harem, she found a handsome young man of about her own age was already talking to the Emir."Ah, here you are," the Emir greeted her, "Come and meet your eldest brother, Crown Prince Mustapha, he is a few months younger than you, and will one day be the Emir."She offered her hand and said, "Hullo. I'm Elaheh, but my friends call me Ellie."He did not shake the proffered hand, but looked.