And that’s what I was a gift to Prince Ali Bashir. Given to him by my family to repay a debt. I don’t remember them or know who they are.Prince Ba...hir was a man with many beautiful women, but it’s not what he wanted. He was never satisfied so he set out to create exactly what he wanted. I was his subject. He never touched me until I was completed at around 18 years old. I walk around in public completely covered except my eyes, my makeup dark my voice is very feminine. Under my burka you would. .. "That obscure object of Desire." How appropriate. She liked the way I looked too, thank goodness. "Nicky, you're so tall! You look just like your photos!" We kissed, one on each cheek, very European. I had a limo waiting, I know it's cheesy but it gave us a chance to relax and talk and I wanted to set some rules. New York is a great city, I said, but some parts are dangerous so don't go out wandering around on your own. Consider me your guardian while you're here and I'll protect you.. .” of his muffled laughter as his mouth was replaced once again by his hands. “That’s one,” he said as he squeezed her breasts tightly. He held her in his iron grip as she gasped and panted and slowly came down from her explosion of passion. Then the pressure on her breasts was gone and his touch moved out softly to the sides and began to slide up and down her body. She could feel each of his eight fingers slide against her skin all of the way from her elbows, which were held above her head,. “That doesn’t sound like fun,” Robert replied. “Do you want to talk about it over some coffee?”Double damn. He wanted to talk with me. I was a married woman and I knew the rule. Never socialize with other men outside of the presence of your significant other. Damn the rules.“Sure,” I replied, excited about the possibility of finding someone who appeared interested in hearing me out. Screw the hubby. I had a person that was willing to listen to me.We slipped into the break room, and as Robert.