I did recognize the older woman and I was not the only one.Tarza let out a loud scream as soon as the door opened: “Mami”. She had recognized her ...mother as the female who was held by the two guards. Her mother gasped loud as well. “Tarz, you are alive!” A loud crying ensued.I turned on the microphone making sure everybody would hear me over the crying.“Tarza, you have reached the elimination challenge of this game. However, you didn’t cooperate in the challenge and that means that a punishment. Samantha stood frozen to the spot; had he said, "Princess"?The woman spoke, "Hello my dear."Samantha could not for the life of her speak; she was sure he had said, "Princess".A little irritably, the woman continued, "I am the Princess Ayda formerly Mrs. The Honourable Diana Featherstone, née The Honourable Diana Sturgess, wife to His Magnificence the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever. You may call me Diana; everyone else does. Has my husband given you a name yet?" I-I'm Samantha, Your. That caused me more concern than the missing clients, since I had no idea what Sean intended to give me. I had put in quite a few hours that week. Knowing Sean, it would be outrageous, like $50 an hour. Since we had time, I took CC to get breakfast. As we ate, I told her that today would be the last day at the warehouse. That being the case, I anticipated something afterward. What came after that was my concern. Quite aside from their scene, in the break room the evening before, Jason and CC. She laughed with sexy expression but immediately she said “everything is ok for me but you shouldn’t fuck my pussy”. Even though my target was her pussy I said ok for time being. I made her to stand. Slowly removed her saree. With blouse and huge boobs in that she was looks like sex angel for my eyes.I slowly kissed on her neck. Slowly moved down and kissed on her huge breast. On her abdominal and lower parts also I kissed. I removed my dress and she liked me very much when I was naked. Slowly.