I recline in the plush chairs when I hear someone's coffee spill. "Arr fuckin 'ell," a man's exasperated voice exclaimed. "the tea's already bloody ex...ensive enough. I don't half have two left 'ands. Greg'ry would ye get me another tea? I'll give you a fiver, ere y'are." It sounded like he held a cigarette in his teeth as he was talking to Gregory. He rolled his eyes and put his hand on his temple. I turned my head some more and looked harder. I suddenly recognised him. The reddish gold in his. He discovers a bombplot against his children and those of other dignitaries. The bomb is handed to the assassin by a Western woman who teaches at the local university and is known for her fierce equal rights attitude. Instead of giving her the required death sentence he offers her an alternative as a slave in his harem. ***** The Sheikh walked into his harem leaving his armyboots at the gate. It had been a long drive back from the military manoeuvres in the desert but he had longed to sleep. Still naked my mind still could not compute that this beautiful woman had a cock. It was just so weird but at the same time exciting. After time in the shower her cock was being to grow stiff again. “Ruth tells me that you are very open minded about her extra activities” Willow said “would you mind sharing her with me?” I could tell by the lustful look in Ruth’s eyes that they had already discussed it. “No” I said “I would love to watch her with you Willow”. She laughed “I think we can arrange. She would even pull the electric blanket from over him and curl it around herself like a warm cocoon.It had to stop. Tonight was the night.The idea came to Brendan while watching his blonde-haired girlfriend sleep with all the covers wrapped around her. He really loved Samantha; the way she bit her lower lip when she was embarrassed, the way she danced when she listened to her Ipod when she thought no one was looking, the way her lean, pale body looked in her neon green bikini as she tried to.