I Sold My Ass #6
A new world to explore
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When the Sheikh returned to our meeting room, he looked like a joyful puppy fussing around Jessica like she owned him. She grinned at me, patting her stomach lightly to my amazement, which I took as a sign our guest had decanted his semen inside her.
My life felt surreal, as though I were a character performing in some bizarre, hedonistic play that was being ad-libbed from start to finish. I trembled with excitement and fear.
While business was discussed in respectful, low tones, I took in the views from both perspectives the room offered through its panoramic tinted windows. Their negotiation was cursory because after the Sheikh had his balls drained, any desire to press for a better deal vanished with his semen.
But I was learning that due process was essential, and the men would talk until both were happy to sign their agreement. Meanwhile, I was horny as hell, leaking my need to be fucked into the fresh panties Jessica gave me.