Ryan and I carried our luggage to the elevator and up to our room. Opening the room door, I explained to Ryan about the mix up. To my amazement, Ryan ...said "oh well It's ok with me if its ok with you. It is what it is." I told him it was fine with me. "Oh shit!" Ryan said. "What is it now?" I asked. "Look Sam-our room has a jacuzzi over in the corner!" Ryan pointed. Sure enough over in the corner of the room was a jacuzzi for 2. "I think we have the honeymoon suite." Ryan laughed.We both fell. The attraction was immediate and mutual and Bernard saw in her a very sensuous woman, whereas her husband Dennis was in his mid fifties, Amelia was about thirty and Bernard was certain that she'd soon be sharing his bed!As the guests mingled and chatted, Amelia asked him if he'd like to see their lovely gardens and when he seemed genuinely delighted, she hooked an arm through his and began the tour, he became extremely aware of the softness of her breast pressing against his arm as they. He wore rich silks, jewelled rings, and he was attended by slaves, servants, advisors, and bodyguards. While he sat on the dais drinking wine or eating treats, slaves were brought before him one at a time to be inspected. If he liked the slave it would be sent to the palace of the Emir of Araknis for further processing and if he didn't like a slave then anything could happen. Lord Robert was known to personally whip any slave that offended his sense of aesthetics or deportment regardless of. “Yes… you’re doing too well to let you stop,” She said, “I think we’re good enough friends to allow…uh… well you’d see me mostly naked.” Talan’s heart almost stopped, he barely dared to breathe lest this was some dream or trick, “Okay,” he managed. Alya’s face was red with both embarrassment and arousal. No one but her maids would have seen her like this. She placed her arm over her breasts to hide them and turned around to lay on her back. Even with her breasts obscured Talan found himself.