’ Stella loved to dance with Jason. They never danced. They only swayed to the music. But being in Jason’s arms was the only thing that Stella wan...ted to do. ‘You know the dress look so beautiful on you. You look beautiful and hot. I just can’t take my hands off you. Throughout the dinner, I wanted to drag you to the bed and ravish you. Damn, you look sexy.’ ‘Stop it, Jason.’ ‘I know you don’t want me to stop. You like when I praise you.’ With that Jason traced his hands on Stella’s arms.. Cat slid forward quickly and threw her legs wide. The woman leaned down and made contact with her pussy, bathing it with her long, agile tongue. “Oh yes, perfect,” Cat moaned. The echo of her voice was loud in the stall. She cried lightly, her thighs jerked and her pussy vibrated to the rhythm of the flashing tongue in her loins. It struck over and over, too fast to follow, moving from one area to another. She even sucked the salty moisture from Cat’s sweet inner thighs. Then she felt it plunge. The ladies, his own wife Michelle among them, had retired to the patio leaving the three men in the dining room. The two Palestinian women that Osama employed as housekeepers had cleared away the remnants of the meal and then quietly disappeared.Across the table from Peter sat Joseph, who sipped at his own coffee. Like his English partner, he too had been catching the same hints and was dreading the coming conversation. As an American Jew, he always felt tense when he visited Osama in Dubai,. His make-up hadn't gotten mussed.Just to be careful, he took perfume his wife had gotten him and sprayedit into the air, then stepped into the mist to get it on him. It wasawfully flowery but she had discarded his old cologne, and checked himfrom time-to-time to make sure, as she liked to put it, 'that you smellas sweet as you look'.Just when he thought he might take a few minutes to further calmhimself, the doorbell rang. His wife called for him to answer it.With a sinking heart he went to.