What she did for a living? Where she was from? How she ended up in this country? Who were the Moretti’s? It felt like a third degree all those quest...ions and the piercing blue eyes looking in hers. The desert was passing the car window it seemed. It had been at least an hour since they passed through a hamlet. They had entered the big wide sandseas. Suddenly Vasili halted the car, banged on the divider to the back and got out. He barked some orders in their native language what she thought. ”Fatima, Ayesha and Khadeeja are pregnant, Durgesh!” Begam Safiya Saiyad told me gravely.”So they have told you that I am their illegal husband?””I’m not blind, Durgesh!” Begam Safiya Saiyad said gravely.“It’s all right, Safiya! What do you want?””Will you marry them?””Marry Fatima, Ayesha and Khadeeja, all the three?””Why not? You made pregnant all of them. Did you not?””Safiya darling!–“Begam Safiya Saiyad laughed.”I’m not your darling! My daughters are your darlings.”I pulled her into my. We were so wrapped up in our pleasure that they had become just a means to an end, a very pleasant end. We continued until the men finally pulled out of us and watched in amazement for a few minutes.We were allowed one more orgasm each before they separated us. I'm not even sure why we each achieved another orgasm. We weren't being touched except for our passionate kisses. I know that it was more than that, though. It was the entire, strange, sexually charged situation of working naked and. Betty took Emma into Amelia’s study where she was lying on her back on a divan reading a manuscript wearing only her stockings. When she saw Emma, she jumped up with a spring and a smile and kissed Emma full on the mouth. ‘Come in! Come in!’ She said, leading Emma towards the divan. ‘And you, Betty, come over here!’ This was definitely more than Emma had hoped, as Amelia pushed Emma flat out on the divan and starting licking her body with her tongue. She directed her mouth towards Emma’s.