I was picturing mom with her legs spread wide open; the ‘Playgirl’ in one hand, and the fingers of the other in her pussy or playing with her clit.... There was a noise like that of the magazine falling to the floor, then her quite distinct cries and yelps, of mom in the throes of her climax. Hers peaked my own cum, and I spilled a big gob of jism on the hallway carpet.I guess I had made some sort of whimper, when I popped my pecker, because I heard the bedsprings creak and footsteps crossing. The Emir lost no time in discomfiting a man he had always considered at best a doddering old fool, and at worst a charlatan."Master, it is I who should be paying my respects. After all I am probably the most junior member of this SCR present today." Nonsense, Ransome, ... err ... Emir; it is our privilege to have you here and bearing good news I understand."The Emir looked blankly at the Master and continued, "I see you have arranged a typically dreary sample of Oxford weather for me,. Then he asked me if I knew how blind people read other people’s expressions, face reading with the hands.“I knew about that and said so. He told me to keep my eyes closed and tell him what emotion was on his face, and leaned forward so I could reach him. We went through a bunch of expressions and then he asked me to open my eyes. I didn’t realize that I had moved way closer to him and now we were sitting so, so close! He slowly reached out and stroked my face and asked how it felt. It was okay.. The minute he opened the door and saw me his eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. ‘Merry Christmas baby.’ All he could do is stare. I had carefully assembled the whole outfit on myself so he could not see my pussy when he first walked in, but the second I moved I knew he would definitely see it.I watched him as he looked at me with hunger and lust in his eyes as they went up and down my body, devouring the sight. I saw as hi arousal grew, so did the dominance in his gaze. In turn, that.