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The change started when she received a text: "see you soon-Mother"

Her mother was Queen Xara Dawoud.

It was Reneé's mother who allowed her to delay her entrance into the boarding school in Geneva so she could enjoy the company of men on Ibiza. That's where she lost her virginity, not just her vagina's virginity but her mouth's, too.

It was her mother who arranged for her to live incognito in France and later here in Saint Martin. Now, her mother's cryptic message. Was Reneé expected to go home? Was her mother coming to Saint Martin?

A week later, she had the answer. Another text: "my plane arrives tomorrow 10 AM your time-Mother"

Xara Dawoud had barely reached womanhood when her father arranged her marriage to the fifty-five- year-old, King Fadi Al-Habib. She was his fifth wife. Within a year a daughter, Jamila was born. Now known as Reneé Bonappetit.

In the following years, the King married three more girls and called on them to share his bed much more frequently than he called on Xara. In fact, over the next two decades, the King called on her less than twice a year. The last time over five years ago. Queen Xara was just forty years old.

A year after the King died, Xara fled; joining her daughter on Saint Martin. No one missed her. She was just the old widow of the former king, although she did have money of her own; millions and millions to be honest.

She arrived at the Saint Martin airport in her private plane. Queen Xara was dressed in the traditional clothing of her native country in the Middle East; covered from head-to-toe with only her face and hands visible.

Her daughter met her wearing what she wore daily except when she walked the beach naked: a pair of Daisy Dukes and a white tee shirt. It was obvious to even the most casual observer, including her mother that she was bra-less. Her breasts jiggled when she walked and there was just a hint of her nipples. Just this very morning, Louis Arsenault had enjoyed them among her other assets.

Although she'd brushed her teeth and used mouthwash, Reneé hoped her mother didn't notice Louis' cum on her breath. As always, last night he'd been a wonderful lover, and she rewarded him this morning not only with her magnificent breasts, but with her mouth as well. Reneé had left his bed less than two hours ago.

It was a warm and wonderful reunion at least outwardly. Queen Xara had not seen her daughter since she'd left for boarding school in Geneva seven years ago.

Behind closed doors, the Queen chastised her daughter for her dress. "Mother, look out the window. You're not home anymore, this is how most women dress here."

In fact, if the Queen looked out the window at the beach below, she'd see women (and men) sunbathing, walking the beach or frolicking in the surf, naked or at most with the skimpiest of bathing suits.

It took Queen Xara over a month to leave Jamila's home and she insisted on calling her daughter by her given name.

One day, less than a week after she arrived, the Queen did look out the window. She was shocked and appalled by what she saw on the beach below. From that day forward, she insisted that the curtains be kept closed.

Meanwhile, Reneé walked the beach as she always had. To appease her mother, she wore a very modest cover up when she left her home. Underneath, was her string bikini. Once on the beach, she took off everything, and put them in her beach bag.

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