"Order her to come and she will come, of course. If the husband objects, either buy her or have him strangled," suggested Kamal Qumsiyeh, causing a su...den fit of choking among the Police and the gentlemen from the Foreign Office.David ignored their discomfort and continued, "But I don't want to be the Emir of Kobekistan. I want to stay here and finish my research." It is Allah's will that this happens. Master, when you are established as the Emir your actions are, of course, your choice. You. "He works at a place of learning. He studies or teaches a subject called nanotechnology. We can use that." Okay. I'll bite. How are we supposed to use nanotechnology?" Caleb asked warily."Remember that I explained about knowledge from other hosts, and that everything required other technologies as a foundation?" Al asked."Yes," Caleb said warily."Nanotechnology is a foundation technology," Al explained excitedly. "You already have your degree in electronic engineering. If we combine your meager. When we were both done, I pulled back, slowly pulling my cock out for the viewing pleasure of those watching, and we all saw some globs of our mixed cum, drop onto the floor between my wife's feet. She stood up and turned around, and we embraced in a long, passionate, loving kiss, that was now, "us making love to each other", and not just primal, kinky, exhibitionist sex.The rest of the night was short and anti-climatic from there, as not more than maybe a half hour, we, and our friends, left. She shuddered as at least two more orgasms shattered her reserve. I helped her back up and kissed her deep and hard. As I broke the kiss, she gently pushed me back a little. She looked deep into my eyes. Her expression intense, confused, questioning." Roger, what's happening to us?" she said."Damned if I know. Honestly. I have to think. What I am sure of right now is that we are not done. Let's go to bed," I said.We fucked three more times that night. The one thing I can claim without a fear of.