"You see, we already have a strong democratic tradition here in Kobekistan," he claimed."What do you mean, democratic?" Sharon demanded with a sinking... feeling that she was walking into a trap."Unlike some other heads of state who shall be nameless, I do not move about my country in what is virtually a tank disguised as a motor car, and surrounded by dozens of so-called Secret Service bodyguards. We have a long tradition that Emirs who are disliked do not live very long; someone rids the country. He says he'll be here in twenty minutes. Can I offer you some water, or a drink, perhaps?" Just some water for now, thanks." she said with a smile."Pellegrino ok?" I asked. "I think I drank all the Evian." Pellegrino would be lovely, thank you."I cracked open the bottle cap and poured it into two glasses on the armoire next to her. Picking up the one I'd prepared a couple hours before, I handed it to her and raised my glass in a toast. "To you. It's such a pleasure to meet you, finally."I knew. One, of course, had been to make love to an Oriental woman (I dont know why, but I just find them to be extremely sexy), and the second was to be with two women at the same time (probably every males fantasy). The ladies were out of their dresses in a flash, and not surprisingly, were completely naked underneath. They led me outside and into the Jacuzzi tub, which was a perfect temperature, and for the next hour, we kissed and felt and fingered and touched and tasted to our hearts content. Then. ” I literally swooned as she hung up. “Can’t wait.” I moaned to absolutely no one. The ring of the phone startled me.“Forget something?” I giggled.“Um. Pardon? Is Emily there?” it was a familiar male voice this time.“This is her. Is this my teacher?” I heard him laugh.An hour later he was knocking at my front door. I answered it and watched as his jaw dropped. I stood there wearing a sexy, if not cliché, slutty school girl outfit. The red plaid skirt barely covering my round ass, the tight.