Tara had returned from her conference. It was a Friday afternoon, and everyone had gone home ... except myself and Tara.We were in my office. I was se...ated at my desk, and she was pacing back and forth in front of my desk.“Will you please tell me what you want?” I begged her.She smiled and shook her head at me.“You need to pay attention ... don’t let your dick rule your life” she replied.I sat at the desk silently for a couple of minutes before I quietly spoke words that I had never spoken. Seema took it with her fingers and rubbed it between her fingers and then she licked. She said “What is this juice? It tastes nice”. I said it’s the juice which comes out when my prick is excited enough. It means it is ready to be put inside.I climbed on top of Tina, parted her legs and she guided me inside her cunt… She moaned out aloud. Seema said “now what Sir?” I said “Now I pull in and out of Tina’s pussy& then after a while I will secrete nectar in Tina’s pussy.” In the meantime you two. But she mashed her lips against mine and let her tongue follow mine wherever it went.“You gotta be careful with that!” she whispered, looking down the hall. She’d stepped back a bit and looked a little panicked. She looked at me with fire in her eyes.“I’m sorry, Mary Beth, but...”“Shut up.” She closed the distance between us and laid another one on me, practicing everything I’d just taught her and making up stuff on the fly. Then she pushed me away and rushed back to the living room just as. "Kashiefa will now come forward."As the woman came to the Emir's dais wearing an abaya, her sponsor, Hajji Kofi Natsheh, stood and the Emir nodded his permission for him to present his candidate.The venerable Hajji then started the formal presentation by removing the abaya to reveal the woman in a sleeveless brocade waistcoat and loose chiffon trousers of pale pink, saying, "Your Magnificence, this worthless virgin would be honoured if you would deflower her." I am pleased to accept this.