“Shall we?” I asked, pulling my girl-cock out of the girl's pussy. He glanced at the waiting guards. He barked masturbating at them in Arabic. One saluted and then vanished. He rose, pushing Ayishah's head from his threesome lap in the process. He held out my arm. “Shall we retire to my chambers so you can make my wives into whores.” “Into your own personal harem of sinful delights,” I said, taking his arm. amateur “Just like you promised in that debate last November.” “I never lie,” I said. “I say what I'm going to do, and then I do it.” “You are a rare thing, Becky,” he said as we moved through the antechamber. “Do not let this sordid world of politics crush you.” “I'm having too much fun fucking to let that happen,” I told him and winked. “It's a far, far better way to conduct diplomacy.” He nodded his head in agreement. We moved through the luxurious hallways of Qasr Al Hukm, the royal palace. It wasn't far to his chambers. We passed busts of previous kings rendered Hardcore in marble and rich oil paintings of Saudi oil princes dressed in their fine robes, looking like Bedouin's tent bedecked in riches. His personal rooms held a large bed, an ornate hutch left open that held a TV but could be hidden to give an illusion the room was straight out of the 7th century. The furniture all was carved into works of art, the sheets silk interwoven with golden thread. I stripped naked, my round breasts still firm as I approached my thirty-eighth birthday. I shuddered, my pussy juices soaking my blonde bush. My dick hard. He settled down in a chair that almost resembled a throne, the top carved with rearing stallions. He stroked his beard, waited. The asian door opened. Queens Hana and Basira entered wearing light, silk robes, the type a woman would wear when coming to her lover's, or husband's, room. They wore no keffiyeh, their black-hair falling loose. They made it in two steps before they noticed me standing naked. Hana, the older of the two, gasped. She was my age, mature and lovely. Clearly she had used the resources of her husband to keep herself looking beautiful, her face adorned with subtle makeups, her mascara thick, making her dark eyes more exotic. Her large breasts swelled as she sucked in a deep breath. Basira, a decade or more younger than me clasped slender fingers, adorned with jeweled rings, over her mouth. Her eyes were so wide, her dusky cheeks going dark with a blush. Her slender, almost girlish, frame trembled beneath her robe. “What is this, Njam?” demanded Queen Hana, her eyes flashing to her husband. “Why is the president here? At this point officer Hardcore Collins quickly departed the bedroom and proceeded to vomit into the toilet in the bathroom. Just then Joe “I have to punish you” she said, and I nodded. She watched, unable to tear her eyes away from the gorgeous, slender white boy as he moved both his hands to her sides, his ass slowly moving further and further down, letting gravity do most of the work as he sank her cock into his delicious ass. Because there’s no cure for what I’m feeling right now. She told him to go find something he'd like and that she'd find him. A large group of rowdy wedding goers was coming out of the elevator and congregating in the amateur hotel's lobby as Maykop and June emerged from the bar. I could smell the vomit and shit as soon as masturbating I opened my bedroom door. I held her shoulders and asian spun her around so she could lean back against me and loop her arms back around my neck as we lazily drifted side to side to the music. “I can't believe you talked threesome me into going to St. George,” he said teasingly.