"Oh okay," I said, being no stranger to sex from my high school years; in fact, I was kind of a slut. "See you then, beautiful," he said as he left. I... sat down and thought about what the tradition might be. It was definitely something sex related, which didn't bother me. I was just curious as to what exactly it was. 6 hours later I was dressed in the sluttiest clothes I owned, which was red heels, black stockings, a black mini skirt, and a black crop top which ended just above my belly button.. Robinson had not bothered to tell his wife the full purpose of the Emir's visit, and when the formal dinner finished they all rose, she thought for the Emir to leave."We will now go into the bedroom, if it pleases my Master," said Robinson to her complete confusion.They walked through to the bedroom and Caroline whimpered urgently to her husband, "What's happening?" The Emir has graciously agreed to use you this evening," came the whispered reply."Use me? How?" Sexually, of course." I'm not. It was put up or shut up time! He arrived two days later around 11 am so i took lunch early and told the guys id be late coming back. I got to the hotel and went to his room. I was so nervous i almost chickened out, but i knocked. This older short guy in his 50's answers, he is wearing silk pajamas and has a semi hard on. I ask him to show me it, and he tells me to do it myself, the moment of truth, all those fantasies of sucking cock coming true. I fell to my knees, pulled his pants down an. The whole image, a book page, photograph or even an ENTIRE ROOM! Let my brain capture the WHOLE THING!!! All in one image. It would be automatically stored.The real neat thing was my new Spirit had the ability to sift and review images. I now had a perfect ... well, maybe not so perfect ... photographic memory. Images would be easy to scan and later I could retrieve the pieces needed from them at the time they are necessary.Of course, no matter what I did, I was wrong. Marilyn was on my case.