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Sara sat at the table with her boss on one side and the sheik on the other. They were talking feverishly in Arabic and Sara knew that their conversation was about her. Occasionally, they would look over to her, gesturing at her. Each of their looks her way gave her goosebumps. This whole business trip had been a nightmare. When her boss proposed a trip to Yemen, she thought it would be a great adventure, and she accepted the invitation. But before she had even left the plane, she was told to put on a black Abaya and a veil. The outfit covered her body and head, leaving only her eyes uncovered. She hadn't been made aware of the custom, but after minor resistance, agreed to wear the garments. She was also instructed by her boss that she would always have to walk behind him and never speak unless told to. She was to never look at men in the eye. It was all very infuriating, but she ultimately agreed to all the conditions. Suddenly, the men shook and seemed to come to agreement about something. They were all smiles as her boss turned to face her. "Sara, as you know, I am her to inspect several oil well," he said. "Yes, Mr. Sims," Sara replied respectfully. "You are not allowed near the wells, so I've arranged for you to stay at the sheik's palace until I return," Sims said. She had no desire to visit the sheik's palace. She felt like she had been dropped into some cheap romantic novel. While the sheik was a tall, handsome man with piercingly sexy eyes and raven-black hair, she did not want to be left with a stranger in a foreign land that had so many customs that she didn't like or understand. "Couldn't I just stay at the hotel?" she said nervously. "No, you may not. Women are not allowed to stay at hotels alone," he said. "I hope you will not embarrass me further by rejecting the sheik's offer?" he said with an implied threat in his voice. "No sir," she recoiled in fear of her situation and her job. 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She was furious and wanted to shout all her rejection to the whole idea, but she knew her boss would fulfil his threats and she couldn't afford that, so there really was nothing she could do about it. "Are you going to consent?" he asked her again, enraged. "Yes, Mr. Sims!" she complied, finally. They left the hotel restaurant, and she was told to pick up her suitcase and return to the lobby as soon as possible. The sheik wanted them to leave immediately. As soon as she returned from her room, her boss told her not to dare to cause any problems at the palace. He explained that the sheik didn't speak English and that she should essentially agree with anything he said. "Yes, sir, but is there anyone at the palace who speaks English?" she asked nervously. "No, but you won?t be talking to many people there. Just stay in your room and don?t cause any trouble," Sims said. "How am I to let him know if he's going too far?" she asked. "Do I get to use a safe word or gesture?" 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The flight took about an hour across the hot, golden desert. They arrived to a walled little village with a few typical Yemeni houses and in the middle, what seemed to be an ancient fortress with thick walls, and small windows, with a central patio. After landing near the main entrance, she was led to her room by a female servant who was dressed the same as she was. They walked for what seemed miles of corridors until they reached a hallway with several doors on it. The woman stopped in front of one door and opened it. The room wasn't very big, but it had a king size bed, made of wrought iron. In the middle, there was a wooden closet and an open door that led to a bathroom. A comber table, with its chair and mirror, lay in front of the bed, and a small round table with another chair stood next to the full size window. The woman showed her around and then left her alone closing the door behind her. 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She picked up her belongings and looked for her hairbrush and she sat at the comber table, brushing her hair. All of sudden the bedroom door opened up, and the sheik came in. He had obviously recently bathed and was wearing a long simple robe to his feet. He was carrying a leather bag in his right hand. "What are you doing here?" she asked. She realized that he couldn?t understand her, but he caught her by surprise and startled her. She got up quickly and held the towel hard against her body. She hadn't expected him so soon. He just smiled. He was obviously pleased with her looks, and closed and locked the door behind him, and he dropped the bag on the floor. He started talking to her, but she couldn't understand a word of it and it frustrated her. She then remembered an app she had on her tablet that could make instant translations with no need of an internet connection. She went to her bag and looked for it. He watched her curious to see what she was doing. She grabbed her tablet, turned it on and wrote in the translator, and gave the tablet to him. "Use this so that I can understand you!" He read it, wrote something and returned her the tablet. "I want you to tell me if you agree with the purpose of your visit here." She sighed. She had been in a BDSM session before, with her boss, and she hadn't enjoyed it at all. She hadn't hated it, but it sure didn't arouse her. After that she had avoided him out of work. He took the tablet from her hands and wrote again.