Disappointing.

After all the hopes of Azhare, when Mr Saunders took his pants off, it was to reveal a tiny white man's cock. She'd expected so much more...

Shy, she'd never experienced it, but girls talk, and all her friends married to Arab stallions had such huge dicks in their wet pussies, she'd bee so excited, so hopeful.. and here it was, a little dickie barely worth mentioning, a man's clit, at best. She realised that if she wanted a baby, especially a good looking baby with a chance to grow into a strong man, she had to find some other way. She purred, sultry as a girl can be, and she started dancing in that wonderfully sinuous way of Eastern girls. She could see that Mr Saunders liked it, but she ignored with all her willpower the little crowd of onlookers admiring her naked dance for her husband. She could see, from the corner of her eyes, that men enjoyed her charms.

She realised that Mr Saunders liked that. Hmmm. Maybe there was an opportunity to be exploited, here...