that the ladies could watch the hallway and see who their master had invited into his home. Back then the men of Morocco were the masters and they still are. I have often wondered if there were any rich gay men that had a harem of cute boys! That could be fun!

After the tour of the house, we were taken into a very large room with an oriental carpet on the floor. We were told to sit on the carpet because a snake charmer would be there. I sat in the back of the crowd (I do not like snakes). When the snake charmer entered, everyone was told they were sitting the wrong way and for all of us to turn around. This put me in the front row. This snake charmer began throwing snakes onto the carpet while his partner played a flute. The show got very interesting when one of the snakes started crawling toward me. The snakes were cobras! I almost wet my pants!

It was back onto the tour buses and again I was on the top deck of the bus. From my seat, I had a neat view of the buildings as we went down the tree-lined avenues. I was very surprised to see so many beautiful, modern buildings. From the top deck, I could look over the tall fences and into some of the gardens that surrounded those beautiful homes. I remember seeing a round glass house that was sitting on top of a fat column. Only this column supported this house. The column was the entrance to the house. I would have loved to be able to see inside of that house.

Then it was on to our next stop. As the buses traveled down some beautiful avenues, I noticed a few times that men were standing beside the road and were taking a piss. They were nice looking and not one bit bashful about showing their dicks to anyone that drove down that road. I drooled.

We pulled up in the parking lot of a large hotel. I could see that this hotel was outstanding and it was very beautiful. In this story I often use the word "beautiful" because the buildings, the city and the people were beautiful and I do not know how to better describe the place. Everything was just beautiful! Morocco was beautiful! I loved it. By the way, did I tell you that the boys in Morocco were beautiful also? Trust me, they were!

We were told that this hotel was the place where President Roosevelt, Churchill, Stalin and other world leaders met after World War II to discuss what to do next. I loved just walking around the hotel and looking at everything. On the top floor was a bar and restaurant so I headed there. I did not have any Moroccan money, so I could not buy anything, but I could walk around and look. I was awed.

As I stood in the hall, outside of the restaurant, I started eyeing a beautiful Arab boy. He was sexy!! He was a bus boy in the restaurant and our eyes met several times as he carried trays of dirty dishes back to the kitchen. Once when he returned, he walked into the hall where I was standing and gawking. I let my eyes drop down to his basket then back up to his face and I smiled, so did he. He was perfect, very handsome, great young and sexy body and a great