Chapter Four
Aisha Nayef
On the drive to the hotel we kissed and the Prince fondled my breasts over my coat. He looked into my eyes and stroked his fingers through my hair. It made me happy to be alone with the Prince. He unbuttoned my coat and asked me to remove my halter top, skirt and panties, so he could have complete access to my body on the drive to the hotel.
“I like you, Khaled. I really do. But I don’t want to do anything indecent,” I said.
“You may put the purity of your body and your soul in my hands now Aisha,” he replied.
“But I’m embarrassed. Your driver…”
“I pay him to be discreet. Please take your clothes off as I’ve asked,” he said.
I obliged. I told him I was cold and he ordered his driver in Arabic to turn the heat up. Soon it was quite toasty. The Prince pulled
