When the mother was returned to Ramzy ten years later at the end of the diplomat's posting to Kobekistan, little Zeinab was wholly trilingual in Kobek...stani, French and English. Six years later, they were both still in the harem of Ramzy El-Najjar, mostly because Zeinab was quiet and timid, as was her mother. The blunt fact was that Ramzy El-Najjar had forgotten that Zeinab existed.Musing on a story he had heard recently, that the new Emir had visited the Royal barracks on a surprise inspection. She felt like a furnace. I carried her through the kitchen into the living room and into the mater bedroom hardly breathing as we kissed without stop. I finally instead of laying her back into the bed and getting on top of her as I wanted I turned around abruptly, stopped kissing her and put my mouth to her ear darting out to catch a ear as I fell back onto the bed into the thickest comforter I had found. She then looked down to me with her piercing blue eyes, grin wide and said do you always. " Our conversation lapsed when we were on the motorway again so I fetched outa sketchbook and pencils and started drawing her. Of course she wanted to seethe other sketches in my book first but I only showed her the ones of Emilyand said she could see the nude ones in private later. Following my usual practiceI did half a dozen quick sketches to get the feel of the subject and, in thiscase, the feel of drawing on a bus. When I was satisfied I did a detailed portraitwhich turned out extremely. Me:– once in night, in bathroom.Next I wonMe :- can you get me the waste clothAnnu :- yuckkk no.Me:- I wantShe went inside and got it. It was like gummed cloth, dried, first time I was shocked to smell it.Annu:- how s it..Me :- want to see real taste,Annu:- ahha,, first game later let us see.I was out of control.Went near her and pressed her shoulder slowly, she let a small moan..And said me to lock the door.I closed the door and went to upstairs as we can see if anyone is coming and we can.