"Who were all those people?" she asked as he undid the zip on her evening dress."They were attendants and bath girls," he replied, "It seems that the ...Ambassador does not believe that the Emir can undress or wash himself without an army of helpers." Oh, dear. If that is true I shall have to do it for you, won't I?" she asked as she unbuttoned his shirt.Turning her away from him, he unclipped her brassière and slipped it off her shoulders. As he ran his hands under her arms to cup both breasts. Second she was a know-it-all that refused to let the people around her forget she was an officer and they weren’t. Also she never let them forget she was due another promotion just because she had all those degrees. Lastly she was a actual practicing member of her Church’s chastity club, Virgins For Christ. She even wore a VFC pin on her blouse to work. A virgin no less. Proud to be a virgin. Like it was some kind of badge or something to be worn around until she was married.It didn’t come as a. They seemed mostly to enjoy looking at the pictures of us on holiday with Helen in Bikinis and short skirts and they made a few cheeky remarks that reflected their appreciation of her attractiveness. She gave the same giggles that I had heard earlier.Over the next few days they really settled in to our way of life and at the end of the day they would return from their studies and began to, as they say, chill out. It was not too long before I noticed how they were being particularly attentive to. I grasped his legs and then planted my tongue at the base of his penis and slowly moved up, licking him fully. I heard a rattling gasp escape from him and I heard Caty mutter, “My god, she knows what to do, doesn’t she?” and Jason answer, “You better believe it.” Feeling more confident, I moved closer and pulled his legs together enough so that he could feel the sides of my breasts against his thighs. He was moaning continuously which was always my goal when giving head. I finally sucked his.