After fucking her for some time on the trunk, Ghazal was a bit tired, so we decided to go home. I drove them home, while Ghazal sat in the front seat ...and guided me with directions.We reached in 10 minutes. We both pulled Dheeraj from the backseat and carried him into the lift. Dheeraj was out cold and showed no signs of waking up anytime soon. My hand was crushed between Dheeraj and Ghazal’s breasts all this while in the lift. Ghazal kept looking into my eyes, full of lust. She wanted more. She. I don't normally stay out until three. It was my friend's birthday."I was confused at first until I realized that I must've heard Sheri moaning. I ended up going shopping and, when I got home, Sheri came out of her apartment as I was walking in."Can I give you a hand?" she asked as she took a few bags out of my hand."Sure," I said as I used my now free hand to get my keys."I'm sorry about last night," she said."Last night?" I asked."Yes. I heard you talking to Hilary as you left the apartment.. That evening the Emir would attend High Table formal dinner. The next morning he would travel to London and visit the Embassy, where he would stay for two days. Then they would return to Kobekistan in the same aeroplane, and with the same flight crew.In a fit of silliness, the Emir asked, "Will the virgin be repaired ready for the return flight?"Recognising that the Emir was being sardonic, Kamal Qumsiyeh led the laughter. Later, this question was taken totally seriously, however, and. Idiotically, I found myself wishing I had put on something more than myusual trousers and blouse and spent a bit longer on my makeup thismorning.'Are you Philippa Taplow?' She asked, looking around as if she mightcatch something from just being in here. ‘Yes, that’s me, and you are...?’She was searching for somewhere to sit so I lifted some magazines offthe only chair I had in the office and dusted it with my hand. Goodstart, Philippa. She reluctantly sat down and crossed her legs. In theshort.