I looked up at her, laughed, and said, "You liked it enough that you want more huh? Well, I'd be happy to oblige if you'd like?"She looked at me, glan...ced at Karissa who was staring at her, looking at me, and glancing back and forth, and finally said with a nod, "Yeah. I want more. So if you want, take a rest for a second, and well, you're more than welcome to do that all over again," Sharise said.I laughed and finally said, "I don't need a break. And I don't want one. You tasted really fucking. From my table I took photos of each character, photos that I knew would help me masturbate daily.When the show ended, a waiter told me that "the girls" had told me to go to the rooms they used as dressing rooms, as they would pose together for my camera.I gladly asked where I was going and he pointed the way, smiling mischievously as he pointed to the hallway and stairs.I got to the room and the door was ajar, and I knocked shyly.A crossdresser immediately came out. She was a tall, beautiful. She had given thought to this number of times and she found only one alternative to have nearest relative.She had made up her mind to find a suitable match for Prakash, who can substitute her at both the places in bedroom as well as the care taker for house. She knew this was a risky business. She was sure to lose both Prakash as well as the place in house. But her love for Prakash wanted her to take this risk. She wanted to say this to Prakash but was unable to think proper words to make. The new Emir, may he live for ever, walked slowly to the far end of the room where there was a dais with a small but unmistakable throne on it. The major-domo banged the end of his mace on the floor, and all might rise."We will eat now and discuss business later," the Emir, may he live for ever, ordered the general throng of people, simply because he was hungry.Unbeknownst to him, this was a magnificent gesture which many of them mistakenly thought to be a master stroke designed to prove to.