“Lick,” the old woman hissed. Caroline put out her tongue and gingerly applied it to the Emir’s bottom. It wasn’t as bad as she feared. Evidently he had been well bathed and his skin smelled of perfumed oil. The old woman pushed her face down harder, burying it in the Emir’s buttocks. Caroline licked again, this time in a more positive manner. She didn’t like it, but she doubted it would be the worst thing she would ever have to do, and it was certainly better than a flogging, which, given what she knew of the Emir and his court, would be a cruel experience indeed. Even so, it was a sad come-down from her previous outings as the Emir’s bed-companion. Was this what she was now to be relegated to?
As she licked and kissed the Emir grew visibly and audibly more excited. Then the old woman wh
