“A dyke slut!”Lee shivered, her shoulders hunched, her cheeks flushed. She had been harassed a lot since Monday. And I knew she was wet right now.... I could tell. Those flushed cheeks weren’t out of embarrassment but lust. She was such a fucked-up slut.“Come on, flash that shaved snatch you’re so proud of,” Carmelita sneered.“I don’t have permission to,” Lee answered.“Permission. What are you, a sex slave?” I laughed. “What guy would want to touch your diseased cunt?”Lee’s eyes shot up and met my. "After a hesitation his concerned voice inquires, "Is something wrong? You're not mad about anything are you?"It takes effort to force a bright and cheerful response, "No, I am not mad. Just overjoyed and grateful that you worked so hard to come home two weeks early!"After ending the call she goes downstairs and retrieves the mail. And there is a letter with a link to a website and the usual "Best Regards."Expecting and fearing the worst she hurries to the laptop types the link into the. It made her wonder what the Emir was up to. It wasn’t long before she found out as the Emir began to probe her vagina gently with his finger.She couldn’t help moaning as he slowly pushed in and out. Her whole body began to react to this pleasurable experience and she thought she was going to have an orgasm. However the sensation ended as the Emir abruptly withdrew his finger.For a moment Nicola thought she was going to be disappointed until the Emir suddenly mounted her in a gentle fashion and. And you? Well, your aspirations for what you want out of all this is left for you to decide.Your journey begins on a day like many others. A Monday, as it so happens. The alarm goes off too early, but you wake up too late. You shower quickly, nick yourself shaving and once more curse yourself for being too cheap to spring for the electric. Then it’s off to battle traffic in what becomes a ninety minute slog to arrive at your client’s office building. By the time you do, you’re left parking a.