She poured the liquor into two of them and sat down on a heavy afghan covered chair. "Join me, my pet?" she said lifting one of the glasses to Beth. "...Yes, Lady Jessica," Beth said, walking towards her. Jessica motioned for her to sit in her lap; penis was softening somewhat so Beth knew it wasn't an invite to fuck, just to cuddle. She sat in the Asian's lap and put one arm around her neck. This one of the positions Mistress Donna favored and she knew Jessica admired the woman and mimicked many. The sides were tiered and looked to be about ten to fifteen meters wide, each tier had a drop of around ten meters to the next level. The tiers had all been fenced off and several were carpeted with lush grass, The girls could see that one tier held some sheep and another had a herd of cows grazing. After a couple of empty grass tiers there were four more levels that seemed to have crops growing on them before the final drop onto the floor of the pit. Almost directly below them on the floor of. We have a long tradition that Emirs who are disliked do not live very long; someone rids the country of a bad ruler quite quickly. I must be thought of as being both good at my job and popular to have lasted twenty years." Well," she retorted, "You may be popular in your beautiful Golden Palace surrounded by sycophants and a harem full of women who depend on you for their very lives, but I bet you are not so popular out in the slums."This last remark annoyed the Emir a little and he decided to. He had beenhurt so badly in the past already, losing his parents, his belovedsister disappearing. Mae had struggled thus far to try to encourage himto keep going in part because she was not sure where she should bepointing him. She did not know any better than he did, but she did knowhe had to keep going, for fear he might instead search for an end forhimself. This new direction of thought may be a lifeline and so Maejumped on the opportunity, despite some of the dangers she was beginningto.