She seemed to really open up to him." I guess. I just feel kind of guilty for sticking Brett with Suzanne. Look how happy Tom and Carrie and Devin and...Rachel are. Brett is a good guy. He deserves to get laid and now I'm guessing that Connie Martin might eventually oblige," laughed Sandy.Derek shook his head. "I know you are new to this being nice thing..." Not new, just out of practice," she corrected."OK, 'out of practice'. My point is that while Brett might not turn Connie down, he isn't. She was a little surprised when they left the Throne Room, but pleased that they would not be surrounded by his advisors."What can I do for you today?" asked the Emir when they were seated comfortably in his study and Sharon's bodyguard had been escorted away. He had been a little surprised that neither they, nor she, had objected to that."You said you would consider what else you wanted after you were rid of the man from the restaurant company. I wondered if you had come to any. Consider yourself cut off. There will be no more money for you — ever again!"The girl recoiled in fear and fled from the suite. Bill waited awhile in order to calm down enough to talk. Then he called the front desk. "This is Mr. Clifford. I believe my wife engaged another room. What is the room number, please?" Sir, we can't give out room numbers, but the hotel operator will connect you."He heard the phone ringing and Ali immediately answered it. "Darling, it's me," he said. "What are you. And so, Jenny excused herself, demurely walking away. Tom readied the room, attaching the straps and adjusting the lengths of rope. When she returned, everything was ready. Jenny took her position, kneeling on the floor, legs parted with her hands palms up on her thighs. Eyes closed, face up-turned, bust heaving. Her collar came on first, then the blindfold. She trembled from….fear? - Well, slut, what do you have to say for yourself? - I'm sorry, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, Sir. I deserve.