To what, Caroline wondered? She allowed herself to be bathed and prettified for the Emir’s pleasure, then she was led into his presence by the Vizier. The old woman was once more ensconced by his side. On the other side of him was a youth, a pretty, almost girlish one. Did the Emir like boys too? It seemed only too likely. Caroline knelt before the Emir, awaiting instructions.
The old woman said something to the boy, who stood up and removed his clothes. Caroline regarded him with interest. His body was slim, and hairless: his c**k and balls had been shaved. She could smell his odour, a mixture of sweat and sandalwood. His c**k was on the generous side, and as she watched it began to grow. The Emir watched it too, then bent forward and took it in his mouth. As he sucked the boy, his hands
