There seemed to be no one else present at the moment. I tried to struggle myself free from the bounds that restrained my movement. I pushed and pulled... as hard as I could, hoping to break at least the bedpost in the process.I felt that my bounds were loosening when a lady stepped into the room. She seemed to be in her mid 20s, her hair was wavy, long and blonde. She had thin almond eyes which shone brightly with passion and a thick heart shaped lips. Her skin was a little yellowish white.She was. She too would probably be happiest having a relationship with both a male and female.Then there is Bobby. She was the enigma. She professed love, but declined to commit one hundred percent. She welcomed her family's acceptance of me, but seemed to withhold her acceptance of our relationship as one that could at least be near equal to that of her deceased husband. I could understand that. I really enjoyed all of her family and sort of greedily wanted to be a permanent part of it. Bobby had found. "Oh fuck!" "What?" "Your tits are so fucking perky!" With that he wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me close. He put his mouth around my right nipple, sucking on it, pinching it between his lips. Then going to the left one and repeating back and forth. Then he starting biting the sides of my boobies gently and it sent shivers up my spine. He opened his door and got out of the car and ran around to my side and opened the door. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist, as. ”“You seem to be taking this calmly,” Hiqua commented.“A baby is a baby and at least Grigo is not an utter lunatic as his thought-to-be brother and father were.”“Apparently there are some in the Emirate who know, but they are determined to keep quiet so long as Grigo doesn’t fuck up,” I chuckled.“Know or suspect?”“Suspect,” Cass replied. “But no one has called for a genetic scan as yet as Grigo apparently looks like his putative father.”“Possibly because his real father is the deceased Padishah.