He tried the handle instead. He opened the door.The room was dark, but he could see her under the covers. She sat up suddenly. The blanket fell to her... waist. She was wearing a silk nightie. The blue one he had seen her in once and fantasized about a lot.“What the fuck are you doing here?” she said hoarsely.“Um, I, I don’t, I don’t know, I,” he stammered.“Well, if you don’t know then get the fuck out of here, Bobby.”He turned to leave.Come on, Bobby.He closed the door instead.“I just wanted to. Taking a whip from the eunuch, Ramzy El-Najjar wasted no time in thrashing his new wife for her offence in being refused by the Emir.Whish ... THWACK.The first stroke landed across her shoulders, causing the flesh to go momentarily white, then quickly darken to a livid purple as the pain coursed through her body. Unlike most slaves, concubines and wives, Selima had never been whipped before. Her father had not had her whipped as a child for she had been docile and biddable, even while she was. The next time he cut my hair Phillippe boldly grabbed my hand and placed it palm up under his cock. I not only stroked it openly, but I really wanted to open his fly, take out his cock and suck on it. Unfortunately my fantasy was more bold than I was and that did not happen.a woman came running in wanting to use the phone and he rushed her out so we could go back to out fun. When he was finished cutting my hair he offered me a ride home. Like the sly fox he was, he knew what going to happen. He. But I humored her."Yes, that's my car. Or rather my companies car. But since I own the company I guess you could say it's mine!" I said."It's very nice-looking. Is it a limousine?" she asked."Yes, it is. Would you like to see inside it? It's got air conditioning and it's a lot more comfortable than an old wooden bench!" I said."That would be nice. I've never seen the inside of a limousine before," she said as we walked towards the car. As we got close, my driver got out and came around to open.