She wanted this – wanted him – so badly it hurt. But he’d just had an attempt on his life, and she wasn’t about to let him hide from that trut.... He needed to deal with it – and she needed to know it was her he wanted, not just a distraction.She gentled the kiss, then stopped with her forehead pressed against his softly. “The first time we make love,” she quoted back at him with a smile, “it won’t be on the ground with you smelling like the wrong side of a seedy tavern.”He groaned. “The first. I had odd dreams when I was younger though. I never knew my father, not because he didn't wish to know me, but that he passed away after I was born. My mother told me she had met him when he was around my age.She told me they fucked a lot. She said he had the stamina of a devil and the sex drive of an incubus. But my father wanted more than just sex from her, he wanted a family too. The only problem my mother saw was that was that she was barren. She told him she would never be able to give him. My breath is caught in my throat … again. I take his hand in both of mine and bring it to my nipple. His fingers capture my nipple and I sigh.I am still in disbelief as I watch and feel his fingers at my nipple as he squeezes and tugs on it gently. I take a deep breath and another sigh escapes with it. “If this isn’t a dream … if I’m not going crazy now …” as a moan rolls out as his fingers roll the nipple “… I want to explore this, too.” He looks up from watching his own fingers. Perhaps. But the lack of a penis meant there would NEVER be relief... everagain. The brutes lived a life of torment and toil... could it get anyworse?Oh, yes!You see, in Arab palaces throughout the Middle East, princes and otherwealthy men were entertained by the sexiest of women. In one of thesepalaces, there happened to be about a dozen women that were all boughtat once by the wealthy oil sheik. This sheik had a preference for whitewomen... who used to be men! That's right- the scantily clad.