I squeeze a bit harder. Then he really moans, this time involuntarily.He starts pumping his cock deep down my throat. It was probably that skinny blon... from the office. I think about him fucking her as he continues to fuck my mouth. I feel tears running down my cheek, I am so mad, or maybe it is from the blow job. My pussy is wet now. I feel a dampness on the inside of my thigh. Enough of this.I pull back away from him and stand up. I grab him by the balls and pull him into the bedroom. Where. "I know it sounds crazy," said Marigold. "But, it's true."Marcello looked up, "How much can he see?"Marigold laughed, "Not enough to know that I'm under this tree with you if that's what you're worried about."Marcello gave her a wan smile that made her laugh harder."Thule showed me some of those shots. They can see where our trucks are and probably make out where some people are, but not who a person is."Marcello gave her a look as if he didn't believe her.Silently, Marigold cursed her own lack. "As I scrolled through the pictures I noticed someone in a few of the shots that we all recognized but could not place a name. He was dressed in long purple robes with a strange looking fabric cap. He had a staff in his right hand that seemed to emit a strange glow all on its own.It dawned on the three of us at the same time and we once again simultaneously said: "Merlin."We got dressed and, since it was lunchtime, headed out to the kitchen. When we arrived Alice was just setting three plates. All conversation stopped and all eyes turned to the door. As the Emir entered, closely followed by the two princesses a collective gasp could be heard as the men realised that the Emir was dressed very informally, in contrast to the immaculate dinner jackets they all wore. This was immediately followed by a louder gasp as all those present took in the sight of two women walking regally in to the room wearing nothing but very short silk gowns which buttoned only at the throat. This meant that as.