The men, to be sure, were mostly of Arab appearance but that was to be expected in this country. They were mounted on superb horses, but that too was ...to be expected, since their forebears had been nomadic and were experts in breeding fine horseflesh. The costumes were perfect fitting absolutely correct pink, but Kobekistan was a rich country and the outfits were mostly made in Saville Row.The first surprise was the hounds. They were hounds, it is true, but not foxhounds; the Emir's kennels. The house looked charmingly well kept and typical of those around it. It was my first port of call on early afternoon arrival in the town. The landlady answered my ring of the front door bell. Janice was vivacious, a little older than I, in her mid fifties. She made me most welcome as she showed me to my bedroom along the hallway from the front door. I was happy with the comfortable double bed and room on offer. Janice showed me over the rest of her home, which I was to share for the next two. .." What?" I asked, properly confused."I shouldn?t have pushed, I?m so sorry." Twinkle, you aren?t making any sense." Forget I asked, please. I won?t mention it again. Unless you want totalk, you can always talk to me - after what we?ve been through - youknow that, don?t you?" What?" Forget it."The penny dropped. Or it might have done. She started walking again,head up, hair blown out to one side."Twinkle, wait. I didn?t answer because of, whatever you thought mighthave gone on, I didn?t know. You take your hard dick in one hand and rub it all over my chest. I feel a drop of warm pre-cum against my nipple and I gasp with pleasure.Climbing a little higher, you position your erection directly over my mouth. I lick my lips and then close them.“Suck it,” you demand, sensing that I am suddenly in the mood to be insolent and make you get forceful with me.“Make me,” I mouth to you, desperate to push your buttons.You lean behind me and sharply pull on my right nipple, causing me to.