He sounds English but an Arab who works on Dublin Bus and comes in here says his Arabic is perfect also, though he sounds Kobekistani he says, whateve... that might be when it's at home. The thing I do know is he's not short of a few bob. He buys drinks like there's no tomorrow, but nice with it, not pushy. And he comes and goes in a Rolls-Royce with a chauffeur. Someone did say he was an oil man who was half English and half Arab. One fellow said he had seen his picture in a book somewhere and. "I said, "So what did you say?"Carol said, "I told him no. I told him no more. He was a little disappointed and mildly threatening."I said, "Great. You did a good job. I love you. We'll just avoid him for a while. You know if you need a good spanking and a few love bites I'd love to do it."Carol went back to work smiling. I noticed that a few times she flashed her red thong, but I thought nothing of it. The rest of the day was uneventful. I drove Carol home and went up to her apartment.. I arched, I strained, and … eventually his teeth settled over my one nipple, his warm hand over the other. His lips continued slipping higher and higher over my breast, sucking in my entire nipple and more, more. He’s never done that before – it was like he was trying to deep-throat it and swallow as much as he could. Aaaah, the sucking – long, tight sucks creating a vacuum. He dragged himself back, all the time keeping his hard suction going until it was so painful I wanted to scream at him to. ‘Contessa Helena de San Finzione to Press: Let You Eat Cake! Buys lunch for reporters and entire restaurant!’”“Perfect.” Helen said, taking another drink. “My full name, cozying up to the press, AND them patting themselves on the back. Who’s not gonna hate that? Let’s keep that up at the mall; pick out a couple reporters and get them makeovers, buy them clothes, something.” She thought a second. “We should have grabbed one of the big luggage carts with the roll bar on it, back at the hotel. Is.