That'll teach me not to question my good fortune.I should probably describe Amy. She was a petite woman, barely topping five feet in height even in he...els. She had thick, shoulder length raven hair which she always wore in one of two ways: pulled back into a severe bun or bound tightly in a single thick pony tail. Her brown eyes were exceptionally large and liquid, tilting ever-so-slightly downwards toward her pertly upturned nose. Her lips were full and sensuous and her breasts, while just. “Not just that. I want you both to undress me, then I can take care of you.”“I could be interested in that.”“I need to go call my husband and see what he says. I’ll be right back.” She picked up her purse and stood up. As she walked by me she leaned over and said, “I’m worried about my skirt, I’m so wet. Does it show?” She turned her nice butt to me.“You’re fine, besides, the skirt is pretty dark.” She walked off in her ‘fuck me’ heels.While she was gone I found myself with a decision to make.. We have a long tradition that Emirs who are disliked do not live very long; someone rids the country of a bad ruler quite quickly. I must be thought of as being both good at my job and popular to have lasted twenty years." Well," she retorted, "You may be popular in your beautiful Golden Palace surrounded by sycophants and a harem full of women who depend on you for their very lives, but I bet you are not so popular out in the slums."This last remark annoyed the Emir a little and he decided to. I finally poured salt in my water and drank it in a single swallow. Then threw up. I complained it was the shellfish. Geoff swore at me and said it was the alcohol and I was dismissed from the party. There were plenty of other girls who would like to have my place. He told one of his security people to take me to the boat to sleep it off.” Teri paused to breathe.“But how did you unlock my door?” I asked.“I picked the guard’s pocket as he was feeling me up, supposedly helping me climb the ladder.