A number of notables had been invited to attend the ceremonies, during which a competition was held to select a Special Concubine to the Emir. The not...ables were each offered the privilege of deflowering one of the losing competitors, and the Emir recalled with distaste the crude and brutal way in which Prince Habib had performed what was, in Kobekistan, a formal ritual of considerable antiquity, surrounded by conventions and customs, and to be performed with grace and panache.Tirfil shared a. He stopped and looked at his watch. Mindy looked at her own. It was a few minutes past five.“Good grief,” she moaned. “Your parents are probably frantic.”Bobby pulled out his cell phone and called home.“Hi, Mom. I’m fine. I got delayed by a tutoring session. I got a chance to work on catching up in math, and lost track of the time.”He paused. Mindy could hear a high-pitched voice coming from his phone.“I know. I’m sorry. Do you want to talk to Miss Middlesex? She’s the one who was helping. " Shit! No, baby, you the professor!"That moved me. In my gut, not my brain. "Thanks."Suddenly she said, "Stop! Baby, stop for a second. Aaaahhhh!" What? What? Is something wrong?" I want to see your face."Quickly we moved into deeper water, till we were up to our shoulders. Then I moved her up against a handy ladder, where she sat and spread her legs wide, and looked into my eyes. She slipped her arms around my neck as I slipped inside her again and started moving. Just as quickly she dug her. ” What an ass, he thought, admiring the girl’s denim-covered buttocks. I’d love to draw it. And knead it. And bounce on it. He smiled to himself. Jim Morris had never been very successful with the girls. He had dated off and on in high school, but in college he had worked almost full time and his social life all but disappeared. He wasn’t a virgin, exactly, since he had enjoyed a couple of late night blowjobs and humped briefly with two twenty-dollar, home-town sluts, but he had never really.