See how you feel then,” replied the Emir.Coffee and tea arrived, and the Emir was much amused to see Nicola blush when he said, “Will you be mothe...r and pour?” to her.The talk turned to idle chatter about the different ways of making coffee and the merits of the various pastries on offer.When Gwenllian put down her coffee cup, the Emir said, “Gwenllian, strip.”“What?” she asked.“You said you would obey. Strip. Now.”Slowly she rose and started to unbutton her blouse.“Stop.”She froze.“I don’t want. Maria was a little well-rounded Italian woman whose welcome smile reflected her pleasure at seeing Peter. Her Italian accent was more pronounced than Joe’s and her devotion to Joe shone through as they approached holding hands Laughing and joking, with Maria between them, they walked up the street to the motel that Peter had heard was running a good, licensed Italian restaurant. Maria ordered for them and the Italian rolled off her tongue in a never-ending stream. She seemed to know the chef. Sir pulled the red velvet curtain of the confessional to the side and plopped down on the wooden seat before pulling her in quickly. "Close the curtain, girl," he whispered. His hands moved up her ass while she did as commanded; they were mere inches apart in the tiny room, if that. He grabbed her hips and tugged her down on his lap, his chest flush against her back. Her breathing was heavy, and he could smell the heightened state of anxiety she was in. She adjusted herself on his lap, and he. The compulsion was also slightly different from the one Bob and Sharna had placed on them the other day.I waited for several moments and no one gave any indication that they were going to leave. "Alright, I see that no one appears to want to leave, so as of now I accept you ladies as employees of the Ark Foundation and we will set your starting salary at $60K per year plus benefits; if you have changed your mind about accepting a position, speak up now ... Okay since everyone is still on-board,.