The bitch kept me up all night with sex.All right. I'm only kidding here. It wasn't so terrible. In fact it was fan-fucking-tastic. The best night of ...my life. Right in front of the first night I partied with the team after that win two years ago. I fucked Wendy Carmichael in the ass - that was my ass-cherry. Don't get me started.But Becky was great last night. Sweet and sexy and needy and needing me and demanding that I fuck her and fuck her and fuck her some more. And when I couldn't get it. She got me to suck her pussy though. She said she wanted to have all the sex Frank would allow her to have with me and by me doing it, it showed that I forgave her for what she had to do.Then Frank told her it was more fun to fuck married pussy, especially when the husband knew he was doing it. He told her to move up the wedding date by six months or he would extend his hold over her by another year. She pleaded with me to marry her soon or she would be his sex slave for another year. I agreed. I took few steps and kissed her lips, I could taste the water on her lips, smell the fragrance of shampoo and scent of her skin. I sucked on those juicy lips as I kissed, while she didn’t kiss back. She pulled away breaking the kiss and questioned “why are you here? What the hell are you doing in the bathroom, Aryan?” with an angry gaze that made me feel like ‘she would really turn me into stone if she could’. If I had been in my right mood I would have apologized and left right away, but. After all, Iam a professional.An hour later, Carlos had taken all the photos the waning sunlightwould allow, and we drove back to our hotel in his van. Not a wordpassed between us. We rode the elevator together, but acted as if wewere strangers. As the doors slid apart, I touched his hand with mine."If you want to talk - " I don't," he said angrily, jerking his hand away.We walked in opposite directions down the hall to our respective rooms.I hoped to hear a knock on my door that night. Angry,.