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The Sultan stabbed his finger at the image of the model on the screen. "That brunette in the fuchsia bra. I WANT her! Wearing that bra. Looking exactly like she does in this picture!"

"She is beautiful, Sire," the Sultan's Chief Minion said. "What a fine, firm decolletage!"

"Yes, and I want to sink my teeth into it!" the Sultan growled. "ASAP".

"We'll make it our crash priority, Sire," the Minion promised and hurried away to make arrangements.

HIs first meeting was with the Head Stylist. "We need two things," she said "the girl, and the bra. I can make her hair look like that, and the makeup will be easy too. That's a nice bra; I'd wear that myself. If we can't find out the maker, I know where we can get a similar one online. She's a 34C, I bet, but we can always order a range of sizes to be sure. I'm going to work with one my girls who's good at web searches to find out the details on her."

Later that day, the Stylist and the Minion met again. "Great news!," the Stylist says. "We've found her name, her agency, her location, and her measurements. I was right; she's a 34C. And the bra company too, The matching panties are nice also, and I'll order them as well. She's based in Paris; I know you have a safe house there. You can tell our impatient friend he'll be biting those beautiful boobies soon!" She ran her tongue under her own flawless teeth in anticipation.

"Allah be praised!," the Minion said. "Thank you so much for your help!"

"As always, the easy and fun job is mine, the difficult and dangerous part is yours," she said. "The stalking, the abduction, the transport, But I know you can do it. I'm already looking forward to the results. Naturally, I'll be presenting her to him, and hopefully he'll permit me to participate in ... the initial ravishment. And you know I'll enjoy that. I wonder what I'll wear myself. A peignoir, perhaps. Or a black slit-leg gown". The Minion groaned in frustration at hearing this.

"Don't worry," she laughed, "I'll tell you everything we do to her." The Minion groaned again. She smiled and leaned into him, whispering into his ear "Don't be so jealous, darling. I'll let you do everything we do to her to me" She gently squeezed his penis through his pants and he groaned yet again.

"None of that now," she said, "Let's wait until the job is finished'

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The Sultan stabbed his finger at the image of the model on the screen. "That brunette in the fuchsia bra. I WANT her! Wearing that bra. Looking exactly like she does in this picture!"

"She is beautiful, Sire," the Sultan's Chief Minion said. "What a fine, firm decolletage!"

"Yes, and I want to sink my teeth into it!" the Sultan growled. "ASAP".

"We'll make it our crash priority, Sire," the Minion promised and hurried away to make arrangements.

HIs first meeting was with the Head Stylist. "We need two things," she said "the girl, and the bra. I can make her hair look like that, and the makeup will be easy too. That's a nice bra; I'd wear that myself. If we can't find out the maker, I know where we can get a similar one online. She's a 34C, I bet, but we can always order a range of sizes to be sure. I'm going to work with one my girls who's good at web searches to find out the details on her."

Later that day, the Stylist and the Minion met again. "Great news!," the Stylist says. "We've found her name, her agency, her location, and her measurements. I was right; she's a 34C. And the bra company too, The matching panties are nice also, and I'll order them as well. She's based in Paris; I know you have a safe house there. You can tell our impatient friend he'll be biting those beautiful boobies soon!" She ran her tongue under her own flawless teeth in anticipation.

"Allah be praised!," the Minion said. "Thank you so much for your help!"

"As always, the easy and fun job is mine, the difficult and dangerous part is yours," she said. "The stalking, the abduction, the transport, But I know you can do it. I'm already looking forward to the results. Naturally, I'll be presenting her to him, and hopefully he'll permit me to participate in ... the initial ravishment. And you know I'll enjoy that. I wonder what I'll wear myself. A peignoir, perhaps. Or a black slit-leg gown". The Minion groaned in frustration at hearing this.

"Don't worry," she laughed, "I'll tell you everything we do to her." The Minion groaned again. She smiled and leaned into him, whispering into his ear "Don't be so jealous, darling. I'll let you do everything we do to her to me" She gently squeezed his penis through his pants and he groaned yet again.

"None of that now," she said, "Let's wait until the job is finished'