”“No men were here except you and I, Your Royal Highness.”“But the shower! It works!”“Ah. Yes, I may have had something to do with that. W...uld you like some more coffee?”“YOU ARE A MAGICIAN, CARSTAIRS!”After breakfast he insisted on taking me on a tour of Riyadh. That was actually quite enjoyable, even though he kept pointing out houses of friends and cousins to me, and completely ignored more significant or useful landmarks. This was the big tour of ‘here lives my cousin with the gold-plated. "Please provide clothing," it spoke."No," Weston told it. "Go away!" Invalid response." Look," said Weston. "I understand you are all into living dangerously with your nakedness. That's your thing, but it's not mine." It must be your thing," said Jeff."Can't you explain it to them?" I agree with them. If you are going to be here, you need to live by their rules. They are a very hygienic people." Yes! Exactly!" Weston said turning toward the council. "I keep my clothing on to protect me. It is. I've read that if a woman orgasms after a man ejaculates within her, then the entrance to her womb lowers, sucking up the deposited semen in time with her spasms. I returned my hand to her vagina, again playing with her clit."Ohh" a bothered sound came from her this time. Damn, her clit was overstimulated -- I would have to do this internally. Hm. Well, unless I wanted to dip my fingers into that semen, or to taste it by going down on her (yuck!), I would have to use my now-deflated penis. . I chose a tight black skirt up to my knees, very conservative. Also a shiny red blouse which let my round tits nice in sight on the cleavage. High heels and no panties…The doorbell rang and there stood my lovely girlfriend Helena. She was dressed like a real street hooker; a very short red dress that barely covered her ass cheeks, high stiletto heels and I was sure she was not wearing panties like me…She kissed my lips with her nice red lipstick and put her hand under my skirt… she smiled when.