The African King 

The beautiful secretary of the president of a bank goes on a 
sight-seeing tour with a very rich African king who was a very important 
client.
 
The client out of the blue asks her to marry him. Naturally, the 
secretary is quite taken aback. However, she remembers what her boss told 
her.  Don't reject the guy outright. So, she tries to think of a way to 
dissuade the king from wanting to marry her. So, after a few minutes, the 
woman says to the man, "I will only marry you under three conditions. First, 
I want my engagement ring to be a 75-carat diamond ring with a matching 
200-carat diamond tiara." The African king pauses for a while. Then, he nods 
is head and says, "No problem! I have. I have." 

Realizing her first condition was too easy the woman says to the man, 
I want you to build me a 100-room mansion in New York. As a vacation 
home, I want a chateau built in the middle of the best wine country in 
France." 

The African king pauses for a while. He whips out his cellular phone & 
calls some brokers in New York and in France. He looks at the woman, 
nods his head and says, "Okay, okay. I build. I build." 
 
Realizing that she only has one last condition, the secretary knows 
that she'd better make this a good one. She takes her time to think & 
finally she gets an idea. A sure-to-work condition. She squints her 
eyes, looks at the man and says, rather coldly, "Since I like sex, I want
the man I marry to have a 14-inch penis." The man seems a bit disturbed. He 
cups his face with his hands and rests his elbows on the table, all the while 
muttering in African dialect. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the
king shakes his head, looking really sad, and says to the woman, "Okay, okay. 
I cut. I cut.