The other day I wrote to you about how I came to acquire my Milk Maid Pamela, I hope you enjoyed the story. I let her read it and she said to send you her regards. One of the advantages of having the limitless money that you in the United States have chosen to shower upon me is that I can on occasion use the power of the dollar to get what I want. As an Arab Prince in my thirties I have found that I am often times resented by western businessmen. The following is a true story about how on one occasion I dealt with that resentment and gained enormous satisfaction as a result. Supplier's Wife
Bob works for a major international manufacturing company that supplies rubber gaskets to the oil industry. He is an American based in the southern part of the United States. He is very much a racist and looks down upon those of Arabic descent no matter what their place in life or education. In another age he would have been a member of an organization like your KKK. I have been told by some acquaintances that he calls us Arabs sand niggers behind our backs. I am forced to deal with this detestable man four times a year and each time find the experience unpleasant at best.
In the course of my business I was in Houston for a meeting and had been invited as a courtesy to a dinner party where I found Bob to be also in attendance. I was repulsed by the prospect of spending the evening in social contact with the man until I was introduced to his wife who was one of the most delicious creatures that I had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. As you know I have a tremendous sexual attraction to American women generated from my college days in the Midwest. Any man who was in proximity of Mrs. Bob who's name I learned was Kathy and didn't get an immediate erection was running on testosterone empty. She stands about five foot four and weighs I suspect around one hundred and twenty-five pounds and looked like she was in her late twenties. That night she was wearing a black cocktail dress that was low cut and showed off the tops of her full freckled soft bosom. Her long red hair was done up on top of her head revealing a long tender neck. A very generous ass tapered down to smooth white calves that suggested the soft thighs hidden above under her dress. She smiled at me with beautiful teeth though full lips that may have been touched up with collagen. I could not help but wonder what those lips would feel like curled around my cock and the twinkle in her green eyes suggested that she might suspect what I was thinking. "Nice to meet you" she said with a thick southern accent as she shook my hand. It was immediately obvious that she did not have the same feeling about Arabic men that her husband held.
I was in her lovely aura for only a few short minutes before Bob hurried over to make his unwanted presence felt. I excused myself and moved to another corner of the room determined that I was going to, at some point, fuck that woman senseless.
I met a series of people over the next half hour while sneaking looks at Kathy whenever I could. One talkative lady asked me if I knew anyone at the party and I mentioned Bob and Kathy. She proceeded to tell me that she knew them very well and that they had been married for almost three years. Apparently they were wonderful well thought of people in the community. She said it was a shame that they had no children, as they would be such great parents. The woman said that she knew that they both wanted kids and had been trying very hard. She came closer to me and whispered that said she had heard that they had gone to specialists and nothing seemed to be working. A little while later I was getting some shrimp at the appetizer table when Bob approached me. It was obvious that he had had way too much to drink.
He got right up in my face and said, "You insulted my wife you Son of a Bitch." I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
I paused for a moment and then said "I did no such thing Bob and I would suggest that you back off and think about what you are saying". I did not move an inch and within seconds the host and another man who also worked with Bob's company and who had overheard what had happened pulled him away and out the door. He yelled out one more slurred, "You're a son of a bitch" before he disappeared into the night. I caught the worried eye of Kathy as she followed her husband outside to where they had parked.
"I am so very sorry," said Bob's associate when he returned to the room. "Please forgive him, he is under a lot of pressure and behaved abhorrently. Totally inexcusable. I hope that you won't think poorly of our company because of this unfortunate incident." The man was stammering. He knew how important our company's business was to his firm. "I promise to get Bob removed from your account tomorrow and will take his place."
A couple of hours before this that would have been a very well received suggestion but after meeting Kathy I had already begun to work on a plan and Bob being my business contact was an important part of making it work. "That won't be necessary," I said. "Bob knows our business and we would expect him to remain our contact."
"Thank you," he replied. "You are truly an understanding gentleman."
A little while later I paid my respects to the hosts and left the party. The next day I returned to my country and summoned my friend and trusted aid Hamdan. I explained my plan to Hamdan and the part he would need to play and then crafted a letter to Bob's company inviting him and his wife Kathy, through his boss, to my island for a weekend of relaxation with the promise of negotiating a larger contract for additional business that would potentially run into the hundreds of millions of dollars. There was no way that he could not accept the invitation and retain his job. The reply I received was that the timing was bad and that Bob would be able to come but not Kathy. I emailed back telling them to pick a alternate weekend that would work for both of them and I would make arrangements. Without a further out they accepted.
Three weeks later I was lounging on one of the porches that overlooked the beach when my private jet landed bringing Bob and Kathy to my home. They were greeted by Hamdan and his wife Nessiba and taken to one of the guest homes on the island. I retired to the security center off my den and watched the close circuit cameras that were clandestinely placed inside the bungalow. When they were left alone Bob was his normal uncivilized self and that seemed to irritate Kathy.
"Can't you just be nice for once and let's enjoy our stay on this beautiful island" she said to him.