He glanced at it for a moment. “You must be Marcia. Sorry about the wait, my receptionist had to run so I have to run the place myself.” A thrill ...went through her body as she realized that this was indeed the doctor. She suddenly got shy as she realized what she was going to have to tell this man. Marcia almost walked out the door, but before she could even turn around he was talking again. “Well, you’re just in time, come on back.” He walked over to the door that led to the back of his office. You saw how angry I was. So, I am nursing the Pad in my bed in the hope of some sexting! C.”To Christine: - “God, the thought that you are – possibly dressed - in your room waiting for an unlikely ringing of the doorbell! Instead, you could now be twisting naked in my arms, with our tongues wrestling and my fingers at play in your luscious-slippery, just waiting to be fucked and devoured pussy. The loss will rob me of my sleep! B.”There was a five-minute delay for Christine’s response:To Ben: -. Wife is too much to expect. Still, he's younger than the last one they tried to make me shag. If we had met back home I might have gone for him.'What she wasn't expecting was the medium sized crowd she found in the royal bedroom. The bath girls and the eunuchs she wasn't surprised by. It seemed normal now that it took half a dozen serving staff to do anything at all. The other five people she didn't expect, or understand.Two were girls she knew by sight from the harem, though neither of them. Yeah. Fuck...” Kayla Bradford moaned softly in the shower with lust. It was early in the morning, a typical weekday. The end of the semester was quickly approaching. She thought about Sam Prescott, penetrating Kayla with all his being, taking her. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Oh, fuck me, Sam...” She moaned with want. She never felt this feeling before. She didn’t want it to end. However, their relationship was business and personal. At least, she thought. She liked him. He did too. To what degree, she did.