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I resisted the urge to reach back and pull the thong out of my ass cheeks. It was only going to ride up again, and I didn’t need to give Ibrahim or the sheik the satisfaction of seeing me uncomfortable.
Instead, I wore the ridiculous dress with my head held high. Caleb had tried to get Ibrahim to bring something else, but the man had just laughed at him. So, Caleb was now in a truly foul mood.
I wasn’t sure if he knew whether walking in front of me or behind me was going to save the most of my modesty, but I also knew I had serious side-boob going on, and I had to resist the urge to tug at the fabric there as well.
“Next time he puts me in this getup, I demand you wear a Speedo,” I grumbled.
“Next time he puts you in that getup, I’m going to punch him in the nose,” Caleb grunt
