brain. Could it be - could Yussef be - the real head of the operation and Fazzi be his front? Impossible? Yes? No? Who knew? But it was the only thing that made sense. The more he thought about it-the more he became both confused and convinced. It was a weird mixed feeling, but in any event there was little he could do about it. So the best course of action was to go with the flow and hope it was the right thing to do. Perhaps it might be better if he became friendlier with this Yussef. After all there was nothing to be gained by antagonizing the future son of his new boss.
Joseph, using his key opened the front door and called out in Arabic,

“Hello anyone home?”

“Yes Yussef?” called Fazzi from the library. “I'm in the library. Come, join me.”

Joseph dropped his overnight bag by the doorway and went into the room as Fazzi came from behind the desk to greet him with open arms. They embraced and Joseph kissed Fazzi and said, “it is good to be home, Habibi, even if only for the night.”

“It's good to have you here. Your clothes have arrived and I can't wait to have you model them for me.” He said hugging him harder and then laughing he added, “but maybe we should wait until later for that. I might be tempted to ripe them off your body and then all that money would have been spent for a pile of rags. Anyway the cook would be mad as hell as she has assured me that you will have your lamb kabobs for supper. And one must not anger the hand that feeds you! I shall tell her you are here and find out what time we are eating.”

“Lets make it for about an hour from now. I want to shower and be fresh for you and supper. I still feel a bit 'unclean' from yesterday.”

“Great idea! When you are ready you will find a new silk dressing gown and matching pajamas that I had made for you in your closet. Put them on for supper and I'll meet you at the table.” The leering Arab said almost drooling from his mouth. “We will have a private romantic supper for just the two of us. After she serves us our meal I will dismiss the help for the evening and we will be able to see if the kabobs helped you any.”

“Mmmmmm I can see just the thought has you all excited. Your pants are starting to bulge.” Joseph smiled as again embraced the older man and pressed his own growing manhood against the Arab's cloth covered cock.

“Come shower with me and we can make love under the water,” Joseph said.

“Damn it lover you don't need any aphrodisiacs. Get the hell out of here. You better take that shower-alone. GO NOW, Habibi, before I insist that you fuck me right here and now. Right on the floor with the servants as onlookers cheering you on…”

To be continued…